Your eyes focus more. You can see the cut away of the bodystocking that shows my smooth white thighs; the shadow of my pussy beneath the lace. You won...er if I am already wet for you. Your cock is hardening, but I pretend not to notice. I move a half-step, and turn so you can see my strappy red fuck-me shoes. I like to stand there and let you look. I run my hands over my breasts, my thighs, smoothing the lace. I am in no hurry. Your cock kicks like a startled horse."Untie me!" you say.I just. Is anyone not here? Martha, can you do the honors?”The terror in the Captain of the Kitchen eyes abated as she focused on the task at hand. Busy people don’t have the luxury of panic. As Martha attended to the women, I assumed a seat on the stone bench and took a moment to gather my wits and clear my mind. I was terrified. Fear can be a useful servant, unlike his kissing cousin, Panic. Fear strengthens the scenes and sharpens the mind. Panic smothers reason, and we flee without. "He took my left hand and put it on his crotch. i could feel his semi-erect dick, and bit my lower lip. i remember hoping he the gesture aswanton lust, but in reality, i had done it to keep from laughing. Hispenis probably only got to about five inches erect, and it was thin,just a little larger around than a roll of quarters. Laughablyinadequate compared to Master's wonderful cock. But i still had torespect him and submit to him, because Master had taught me my rightfulplace."You suck. There I was in Billy’s apartment and I was the only girl there. There were so many guys there and it was weird because they were all in their football uniform. I couldn’t make out any of their faces except Scott’s as he wasn’t wearing a helmet all the rest even had their helmets on. Scott brought me over a drink of tequila and as he handed it to me he said, “swallow.” I downed the shot of tequila and he began to undress me. “Don’t, “I complained but it didn’t affect him and he continued to.