In front of me are two Mistress's and one Master all with their slaves tied to hooks on the floor and ceiling. I am led over and hooked up as well. ...he hooks are set to keep your legs spread and your hands together. All 4 of the Doms are sitting at a big long wooden table. A Mistress dressed in all black leather stands up and says, "Slaves we are going to have a little competition to see which of us is the better trainer. Some of the rules for the games as are follows: 1:No slave is to. ‘Helen! I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be such a bore. Please forgive me?’ She chuckled, ‘Duncan, the way you look at me is quite flattering. I know you aren’t being forward, of course you are forgiven. It’s just that I am married, even if Gerry and I are really quite upset with one another at the moment. I’m pretty dense sometimes, but suddenly things clicked into place. ‘Jesus, Helen! This trip was supposed to ‘revitalize’ your marriage wasn’t it?’ ‘Yes, I’m afraid it was and right now I have no. The dog was really excited. Soon of course he had to drop back on all fours. Janey wanted to go down on him for a second, but Margaret pressed her hands firmly against Janey's belly and continued to stare at her girlfriend's big outcurling hair and finely shaped vagina.Her hands stroked Janey's legs with great desire. Her mouth moved drily against the outer reaches of Janey's pubic hair. She rubbed her face on Janey's belly mound and legs, holding the girl firmly with her hands on other hips. The girls in the secretarial pool have been talking about it and we're behind you. We always knew there was something different about you." Really? Like what?" Well, I guess the biggest difference was that you were never as overtly sexual as most men. When most men hug a woman, there's usually at least a small component of sex somewhere in it. But with you, a hug was rarely anything more than a hug. And you were always just, I don't know, I guess friendlier was the word for it.".