“Mmmm, fuck,” he hissed, “you’re delicious, I can’t get enough,” he went back to feasting on my core and it isn’t long before I’m writ...ing against his face, my ass in his hands as he holds me against him.My hands tentatively go to the back of his head, but as I brush it my hand withdraws. He pauses for a second to look up at me.“Go ahead darlin’ press my head into you, I like a woman that knows what she wants,” he whispers before going back to feasting on me.My hands fell to his shoulders until. “And since you seem to have trouble remembering who and what you are, you’re going to wear these panties every day until I say otherwise.”“Yes, Sir.”I pressed the cap of the marker lightly against her clitoris, making her gasp. “And since you seem to prefer dressing for work like a sexless librarian, starting tomorrow you will continue to do so: conservative suits and blouses, hair up, sensible shoes, glasses in place – and these panties underneath.”“Yes, Sir.” She smiled slightly at this, and. I felt my thong between the cheeks of my bottom being pulled as I moved on the seat. I was uncomfortable, not in my seat but with my own body. The memory returned of days and weeks ago. A large dusty studio lit by the overhead sunlight through frosted windows in the ceiling. In the centre of the room stood a large black rock, and three meters away Vasily Kapustin the sculpture, worked behind a huge slab of clay. Secured to the rock was a naked Andromeda, the daughter of Cepheus and. Lisa sleep in late and about 1:00 in the afternoon got up and took a shower. I waited on our bed for her to come out. She was toweling off her hair as she came out of the bathroom and sat next to me. I don’t want you to get mad if I tell you what happened. Do you promise? I was dying to know what had happened . Lisa told me that when she got to the motel bob was standing in the door way of the room he had rented. He was kind of an ugly guy she said to me. He was really hairy. She was still.