In reply you grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me towards you. My hands ran down the length of your back to one of their favourite places, cup...ing your firm, rounded buttocks. ‘Mmmm.’ I heard, as you started kissing me a little deeper, your fingers raking through my hair. I felt the stiff linen of the apron rubbing against my upright penis, and it heightened the sensitivity even more. But with a mind of its own, my right hand slipped down and raised the layer of fabric, so that I was. When she got back, we laid in bed together and I said, “Honey, last night was great and tonight will be even better I promise. Did you enjoy last night?” She looked at me a little and said, “Yes I did but it was really intense. I can’t believe that I had six orgasms. My pussy was tingling all night. And I can’t believe you got those anal beads we joked about. I never thought I could take those like that.” I smiled and said, “Did you like them?” She looked back and said, “I’m not sure I’d say I. The spreader bar prevented that, obviously. Jess shrieked.“Are you ok?” Emma asked, suddenly concerned. The nipple clamp stung more than Jess was expecting, but she didn’t want Emma to get cold feet about continuing.“Yes. Don’t worry about me. If I’m not using my safeword, then you can keep using and abusing me however you like,” Jess answered more calmly than she felt.“Ok...” Emma said uncertainly, but she continued nonetheless.Reaching out, she gave the other clamp a little flick and watched. Straight Scotch is strong but I enjoyed the taste. “Jack, it’s still good but it’s to be sipped and not gulped, right? I don’t guess purists would use any kind of mixer?”“Real purists wouldn’t even serve a good Scotch over the rocks. I do for two reasons, The ice cools and dilutes the Scotch just a bit. The other popular way is with soda water but I don’t like the fizz.“Here’s to a very pretty lady who can really cook. Cheers.” We clinked glasses.I continued to sip as I finished my current.