Now, of course, she is a star, and Giovanni, apart from taking full credit for that fact, adores her.“Your private booth, signorine? Come, come, you...don’t want the public chasing after you asking for autographs now. Come to the back, I keep you safe from all the paparazzi, sì?”“Mille grazie, Giovanni,” said Daphne, as they kissed each other’s cheeks in turn.Giovanni keeps a curtained dining booth at the back of his café for his celebrity operatic guests – of which, thanks to Daphne, he now has. I don’t know if I can take it.” She seemed genuinely scared.“Well, you already took all. We will take the rest just a bit easier.” I slid out about an inch and then back in nice and slowly. That was the rhythm for the first few minutes. Nice and slow. Not hard, but as gentle as I could be on the both of us. I was so sensitive. I could feel my own veins push against and spread her wide with every stroke. I pulled my upper body up off from her and watched her eyes go wide as cock found. After another half hour of waiting she heard footsteps coming towards her. There were other people in the house. “What if it’s not mistress?” She thought desperately. She tried to move her tied hands to cover her stiff nipples but could not and then it was too late. Someone entered the room. It was Mistress Vera, and she smiled to see the fear on the face of her slave. This psychological part of the punishment would be a lot more effective than mere pain. It would debase her and make her more. He stroked his fingers over and gently squeezed her nipples, feeling how firm they were. I'm salivating, pretty lady ... I want to suck your beautiful nipples into my mouth so badly ... but not yet. I'm going to take this as slowly as I can ... no matter how much it tortures both of us... He'd very nearly given in to his lust and desire for her back in his car the first time he'd touched her breast and realized how much it turned her on.He'd almost dragged her into the back seat of his car to.