” Even as he hurried to do her bidding, Juan realised exactly what his princess intended. As he adjusted the straps binding her ankle cuffs tears we...led up in his eyes. Again he was worn between obeying his princess and dreading what was going to happen to her.As Jess used the new slackness to begin a steady swaying motion the gathered belly riders nodded and smiled their approval. Eloa couldn’t help herself, she to responded, her touch became more focussed, more sensual, fingers seeking to. While we were having dinner, she drank a lot of wine and began to get drunk. I asked her again to join me at the theater on our way home. She said, "What the hell, why not!" But she had conditions: She agreed to make out with me in the theater, but NO exposure and absolutely NO men were to touch her. I agreed. We went into the theater and there were some guys hanging around the front room, waiting for women I assume. We paid and entered the theater. It was quite dark, but I could see there. . it didn’t matter her excuse, Azelia wasn’t about to turn her down.So the next morning, Azelia is the first to wake up. Zelena is snuggled close to her, sleeping soundly. It is early, before the artificial sun has come up so to speak. Azelia has been getting up this early for a while now, so she has developed a kind of natural alarm clock. And as much as she’d like to wake the girl up and go another round, she can’t skip out on her morning jog. This time of day is about the only and best time. It looks like any of the other standard underwear shops and we go in. I smile at the assistance and she says ‘hello again – is there anything I can help you with?’. I say I’m fine, I know where I am going and what I am looking for. I lead my boy down the stairs and both his eyes and cock pop out with the excitement. Around us is a den of wall to wall bras, stockings, knickers (French, g-strings, crotchless, lacy, latex), corsets, babydolls and at the bottom some costumes (police girl, slut,.