“What’s that?” you ask, immediately looking concerned.“This,” I say, pointing to my pyjama top, now minus its buttons. “How on earth am I ...upposed to get back to my room wearing this? It’s bad enough walking around the corridors in my PJs, but I can’t go around with my tits hanging out!”I can see that you are about to disagree with my last statement, so cut you off in your tracks.“I’m serious,” I continue, trying not to laugh. “I’ll have to see if I can get a sewing kit or something.”“No need,”. She drank with trembling hands. Waiting. “This made very interesting reading. Do you want to know your results?” She didn’t answer, she couldn’t. “Your not slave material, your fantasies reveal your quite a slut “he chuckled.” But what I found most fascinating was that your submissive score was 89%. Impressive!” Kim wished the ground would open up and swallow her. “How long have you been interested in the lifestyle Kim? Have you been exploring it?”She looked at the floor. She couldn’t tell this. ..where a pool of love juice tells me all I need to know - you are ready for anything and everything I want to do to you!I reach deep inside my bag and take out the present I have bought for you, a new pink "rabbit" vibrator. I watch your reaction carefully as I open the packaging...your eyes open wide and you smile in knowing appreciation of what this instrument of pleasure is capable of doing to you. You giggle softly as I turn the first switch and you see the turning, twisting motions of the. He loves to see me in it way too much. It's so comfortable and it's a warm night, so I figured it would be fine. But Brett couldn't stop looking at my legs.I was also wearing my new thong. It was thinner than any thong I had ever worn, so it was really causing some feelings that were not appropriate at the time. I was desperately hoping our friends didn't catch our lusty glances at each other.It was my friend's birthday. We had all decided to go out for drinks. While she was downing maybe eight.