...... " yes Master " comes the instant reply,I take the first hit of poppers that gets me in the mood in the way i want , i slowly climb the stairs ,...there is one step that creaks, i delibretly step on it so he knows i am close by , i've got over one of my shoulders a shortish leather cat-o nine tails it has little knots of leather on the tails, stings like crazy and leaves lovely welts,he's in the postion i want him knelt on the bed , the curtains are drawn as i like the lighting to be set. Then reaching to her hip, I released the tiny zipper at her way-too-short skirt, yanking it off her and leaving naked except for her spectaularly seductive bra. “Well are you going to do anything or just sit there and look, fucker?” she demanded. “No,” I said gritting my teeth. She was again walking the fine line between seduction and just being a bitch. “You are. Now get your ass off that desk, and ride me.” I wanted to make her suck my dick. I wanted to put her on her knees and stand. And to be sure, she told her boyfriend to slip her something to loosen her up. I heard enough to tell me this was more than just a Sweet Sixteen party. I decided to install video cameras, so I could watch and make sure nothing happened. I quietly moved away and headed upstairs, which gave me time to hatch my own party plan. I went on line and ordered several high tech, encrypted, wireless, video cameras that would work in very low light, and paid extra to get over night shipping. That would. He kissed. He pushed his nostrils against the roughened plastic and inhaled deeply, hoping against hope to experience some residue of her divine fragrance. Finally, he tentatively extended his tongue beyond his dried and cracked lips. He moved his tongue around, trying to put some moisture back into those desiccated lips. Then, in a culmination of this at once sublime and humiliatingly ridiculous act, James ran his moistened tongue along the surface of the chair seat. In his mind he was not.