Inside the bar was a group of men he knew who were professional hunters and ran safaris for wealthy clients. He bought his drink and went over to join...them, knowing most of them from past visits to the pub.They welcomed him as he sat down. Stanley Barr, one of the best hunters was telling of a client who had run, after wounding an elephant, and Stanley had to kill it.“The poor man had literally shit himself,” he told the audience, to general laughter.Ron Barlow, another hunter turned to David,. .." anyway" He must have caught my glance and looked me dead in the eyes...i hurried up and turned my head and put my hands over my face like a disguise... i heard the lawn mower stop and someone was running up my stairs .....My breathing became faster ,i began to shake ,heart beating and incredibly scared....I wanted to look but after i heard what he did to go to jail i did not even dare...Then i heard a deep powerful voice say "Are you going to look at me or just fucking sit there"I slowly. Ella squeals and nearly climbs up the bed. I growl at her, reminding her to lie still. She relaxes the best she can; I can hear her gasp for breath. I pull her back down to where I want her; I lift her legs so her feet are flat on the bed. I lie flat on my belly, and pull her that much closer to me. Even with the clamp on, I’m still able to lick and tease her clit, and I do. I can taste her sweet nectar, wriggling my tongue over the clamp. I work my tongue down slowly to her little entrance; I. She looks amazing. Wearing a tight black corset, her beautiful, full breasts are pushing out, showing off her necklace with the key attached. She is also wearing her high heels, and lace stockings trailing to her crotchless panties. She has already locked the door behind her. My cock twitches at her first words.“Do you like what I'm wearing?”“Yes.”“Yes? Yes what?”“Yes, Mistress, sorry, Mistress.” I look down, forgetting to remember the simple rule she stated when we first started meeting. She.