His kisses were making me wetter than I already was. I placed my hands on his ass as he pulled me tighter to his body. I could feel his growing erec...ion next to my belly.My nipples were protruding through my shirt as he was kissing my cheek and working his heavy breathing to my ear. Kissing and nibbling on my ears and working his hot breath on my neck. Kevin's hands were up my shirt, feeling how hard my nipples were. He lifted my shirt over my head and removed my bra. His lips wrapped. She drove me back to my Mama Rose's house. We arrived at eleven, an hour after the Tremont had closed."You be good to your Grandma Rose," Martha told me from her car window. "she's so sweet." I'll come to Union Station next Saturday and see you off." You don't have to," she said quietly. "You sure?" I'll be there," I said, winking -- not knowing if I were really up to it, but letting her think I believed I was.She winked back. Unsmiling, she stepped on the gas. She and the car raced down the. We met at the hotel dining room. Not only did she pack a swim suit - she changed clothes: slender, black shiny slacks clinging to her legs, and a thin smokey grey V-neck top with a hint of grey lace at the bodice. There was a wonderful view of her clevage - breasts ample, but not overly-so.We dined, including a bottle of wine. After dessert, we went to my room. I gave her a key to the room and told her she could change into her swim suit in privacy. She smiled and off she went. 2 minutes later,. “So you work at the bank, huh? Do you like it?” Katie looked up at her dominatrix in fear, not sure whether or not she was allowed to speak. Madame X smiled. “I give you permission to talk now, honey.”“Yes, I like working at the bank,” she reluctantly whispered.“Now what was the third rule I gave you?” Madame X inquired.Katie looked puzzled for a moment before replying, “I’m sorry, Mistress. Yes, Mistress, I like working at the bank.”“Good girl. Now do you have a boyfriend or anything like.