You might say that we have an alternative lifestyle where she likes to be my slave and I am her Master," I started."I figured that much out. You aren'... holding her against her will are you? Are you blackmailing her with something, forcing her to act like this?" How dare you suggest something like that about my Master," Angela yelled at Linda and stepped between us. "He has done nothing but care for me and love me more than I have ever been loved in the time that I have known him. He is the most. But we were still finding more ways to spice up our sex life and one of those was for me to watch Lynn seduce a guy and bring them into our family room, with the guy having no idea I was in the next room watching through a two-way mirror.We had been in the lifestyle for a few years but had managed to keep our swinging and exhibitionism a secret because of people in our small city being very conservative and very uptight about anything sexual. But they had been adding on an extension to the. Helen complied, after adding three more handfuls of nettles to Jen’s front side, the poor girl had to turn around, and she had to stuff the backside with even more of the cruel plant, even making sure on Lisa’s orders to push them all the way between Jen’s buttocks. Her own hand was burning like mad when she was finished, and she could only imagine how torturous this must feel on the most delicate parts of the body. When Jen turned around, rivulets of tears were running down her face and. Guiding me down the passage, Craig expertly steered me past the drinks cabinet, retrieving a bottle of chocolate liqueur, in passing, and directed me to the table. I could hear him moving things about and distinctly heard the scraping sound of glass on wood as he seemingly cleared the surface of my dining room table. Standing behind me, Craig skilfully unzipped the slinky number I had worn for the evening and let it fall slowly to the floor whilst kissing me seductively down my spine. He knew.