The Handler fetched a bag from the corner and returned to the 'head' of the table. Bitch felt the handler grab his wrist and hold it in place next to...his collar so his arm was naturally compressed under his own shoulder. Placing a strap over Bitch's wrist he then used a cordless drill to screw the strap into the tabletop. Making sure to screw the straps close to each side of his wrist the pup soon found his mitted paws dangling uselessly over the edge of the table, his arms trapped by his. I stepped up behind her, fearing that she may trip. As she reached the entrance, she stopped and looked back over her shoulder. “Are you coming with me?” she asked. There was something that puzzled me. She looked confused and slightly scared, which wasn’t typical of her. Her eyes were boring into mine, as if she was trying to read my thoughts. “Of course, if you don’t mind my company…my dear Miss.” “You are so kind to me…sir,” she said and playfully stuck out her tongue at me. “Oh my God!. Kayla was apprehensive, still seemingly in shock from getting caught, and shortly thereafter getting propositioned for a couple to watch her with another woman. Before giving her answer - though it made her position on the issue clear - Sara turned to Kayla, her toned arm sliding across Kayla’s waist through her shirt. Sara caressed Kayla’s skin as her arm wrapped around her and pulled Kayla’s hip between Sara’s legs. Sara leaned in close, her nose brushing Kayla’s short, light brown hair. Our hands went crazy. Feeling all that we didn’t allow ourselves to feel before. She laid down and gently pulled me on top of her still kissing. We kissed like never before, running out of air, and gasping quick then back to our kissing. Passion was at it’s peak. I got hot in that bedroom, as we both gasp for air. I started kissing my way down. First to her wonderful big tits. She held my head and directed my lips all around them. Stopping at each nipple, and letting me suck on them all I.