Good thing about Paddingtonmarkets, there were often fashion students from the local College tryingto get a leg up and they knew about tall models and..... others. ThankChrist I had shoes and bag that would work just fine.I followed the weather hoping the day would be fine and mild and as suchthings go every once in a while, that's how it turned out. A lovely mildSaturday, with a temp in the low twenties, virtually no breeze andmoderate humidity. Nice one Cheryl, helps to have God onside. I took. "Why John," she replied merrily, "we are going to torture you, of course. You fixed the discipline chamber for us, so you must have some idea. Exactly huh? It really won't help you much to know too much in detail of what is to come, take my word for it." She opened the canvas bag, her big breasts hanging down as she bent over like large melons, thought John, as she withdrew what he thought looked like a minitature dog collar on a leash. She smiled and held it up for all to see. "This. I smell someone close by, they smell of sweet clean smelling aftershave. I trip over my feet and stumble, the anonymous hands steady me and whisper to me ‘please find me’. I tilt my head on one side and follow the inviting voice, the sooner I find someone the quicker the game will end or so I thought? I walk with my hands outstretched not knowing the layout of the room, this is a colleagues house and I have never visited before drunk or sober. I feel my way along the sofa, the male voice taunts. My jeans looked damn near painted on making my ass look amazing and my legs look long. My sparkling cowgirl belt buckle drew attention to my hourglass waist. I saw his eyes travel up to my breasts. With a white spaghetti strap under a black tank top with a lace back my breast looked amazing. As soon as our eyes met and I saw the look in his eyes I knew it would be a long night.As soon as I was by his side he wrapped an arm around my waist and squeezed my ass making me moan a little as he did. I.