. oh shit . . . not my biggest concern, you prick! I'd like to know why . . . Mmm . . . you've got your hand down my pants!" I reached down and grabbe... his wrist but couldn't pull it away from my throbbing member, not that I really wanted to either. Holy crap did that feel great!He licked and nibbled right below my ear and I whimpered. Oh, that was a good spot. He laughed a low, deep laugh. "Like that do you?" This has to be the most twisted thing you've ever done to me." We're going to get. The night flew by as talked and had dinner. After dinner he asked me to dance, we danced for quite a while and then a slow song came on and he held me close, well it was electric. I don't know what it was but I guess it was all the attention he gave me, feeling his body rub against my thin dress or the wine but all I know is that it felt great and I didn't want the night to end.We danced a few more slow songs as the night went on and it got closer and closer, I guess you could say we were. I looked into the bar. It wasn't too busy but there weresome people in there sat at tables. I saw my wife, with her back towardsthe door, sitting at a table in the middle of room talking to a man who wasobviously my Master. It had to be my Master; although I had never seen him(we had only communicated via e-mails and the internet) I was sure that theman with my wife was my Master. I nervously made my way towards the table.As I approached the table the man stood up and said to me, "Hello. “Look at me,” Scott breathed. His eyes were dark, unrelenting. “You are not to cum, Ally. If you do, all this is over. Do not touch yourself. Don’t even think about taking it out. You’re my fucktoy, remember?”“But – Scott – you can’t expect - ”His hand went under my skirt and cupped my snatch possessively.“You know the word. Use it.” He waited. I didn’t speak.“Good girl. And I think you’d better lose the panties. A nice girl like you can’t be walking around with wet panties on.”He held his hand.