I assumed she took a shower while I was cooking, because she was wearing a flowery perfume.?This looks nice, slave. Did you eat anything???Thank you M...stress Anita. No Mistress Anita, I didn’t.?Anita grinned. ?Good. Sit down and lock your wrists into the handcuffs.?I sat on a dining room chair next to the table, facing Anita. The handcuffs were threaded around the middle slat of the chair. I struggled a bit, and after a while I handcuffed my wrists behind the chair.Anita took a bite of the. I sat up and shuffled towards her until I was almost hovering over her face. Elizabeth looked up at me with her twinkly brown eyes and licked her lips as her tongue lapped against my labia. I made a circular movement in the air with my finger, and she nodded, interpreting my naughty idea as I had intended.She lay face down on the bed and her lovely, cheeky bottom rose like two lovely soft hills from the valley of her spine. I traced my finger tips down her back, following each stroke with a. Anita had a sweet, round ass that attracted my notice (and all the other guys) and cantaloupe tits that stood out proudly in her clingy outfits. Anita didn't dress slutty; she was no-nonsense and didn't take crap from nobody and especially not guys hitting on her while trying to perform her tasks. I'd hoped one day to be close to her.Anyhow back to that scrumptious 5' 2" body with Jamaican features and dark cocoa skin and wow did those luscious lips look good and able to please a man's hard-on. Invigorated, the man stumbled towards the light but before he reached it, a million other rays joined the first, like an angelic choir. Awed by the spectacle, the man stopped and was surprised to find that these bursts of brilliance were not only magnificient to behold, they also warmed his face, gently caressed his skin and even managed to penetrate his chest and touch his soul.The light of day changed the man, for not only did he see things as they were now, he also saw the beauty in them,.