The lady was stiff and austere trying to hide her fear behind a mask of disdain. Her husband could have at least tried to do the same. She was a lovel... woman of at least thirty, voluptuous and certainly very desirable. She did much to hide what feminine assets she possessed. However, they were very obvious indeed, as was the diamond necklace around her neck that twinkled in the sunlight. A fine prize indeed. He could see the fear in her eyes, though there was something else there too, something. After I paid for the tattoos with my debit card the tattoo artist said, "I bet your Master expected you to be abused, but I am a professional, so I don't take advantage of clients."He gave me some business cards to take to my friends. I thanked him and went back home to my Master.After I knelt before him and showed him my tattoos and gave him back my debit card, he explained my new life to me. I was permitted to keep my job, as long as I behaved. I was expected to wear feminine undergarments at. I turn my head slightly back toward you and whisper, “Please Love.”.And just like that, you enter me, filling me completely in one sweet motion. I gasp, and my body’s automatic response is to push myself back onto you, driving you deep within. I press my hands against the wall and force you to push back with everything you’ve got. Your hands run up and down the length of my spine.I try so hard to start a steady rhythm, but my legs quake and I drop my head with a sensual sigh to let you know you. He looked hurt, and it killed me, but Icouldn't help but feel I'd done the right thing. That just made me feelworse.We worked in silence the remainder of the day, a world apart from thesame room. After all the food was ready I steeled myself against mydoubts and put a stop to Marco's vacuuming with hugs and kisses. It wasenough to get him to stop and return the affection, but even as I beganrubbing my chest against him he refused to take things any further.He didn't say anything, but he didn't.