After what felt like an age, he finally stood up, walked round the desk and stood beside her."Do you remember your visit here yesterday?" he asked in ... quiet, controlled voice which filled her with foreboding."Do you remember what you said then?" he prompted."Yes, Mons ... Master," she said, her voice quavering, "I said I was resolved to obey." And do you remember what passed between us?" Yes, Master." And you spoke to the servant?" Yes, Master." Then why are you still clothed? Do you think you. You met her and her husband at the Christmas Concert. They have a son in the same grade as Greg and Peter; and a daughter a year younger. It's great because we can walk over to their house and easily walk back; I don't have to worry about being on the road after midnight with all the 'crazies.' Most of the neighbors are invited, so the boys always have friends from school there and they can have their own New Years Eve party, but not be too far away or unchaperoned. Shelly already told me you. "Oh, you're not uncomfortable working on this are you?"I shook my head, lying on instinct. "Oh no. It's fine."I turned my head sideways to look at her and Kayly smiled. "I suppose you've seen better things on the 'net hmmn?"Better things? It was an odd turn of phrase I thought. Not that I minded. I changed the subject as best I could, trying to keep my mind off the throbbing in my cock. "So do you do a lot of this, er..." I gestured at the screen and Kayly smiled. "Just recently. Photography is. She hoisting my boobs alternately as she did. Her hands seemed to grow bigger as her caresses went from delicate to rough by small degrees. She was grinding her body into my back. Could I feel her hard nipples there? Or was that the lace from my nightie covering them? God, her hands felt good! No longer cold to the touch. Even when she squeezed hard. I had to put a stop to this! “Melanie, don’t! I’ve never… It’s not right…” I sure wasn’t going to let her go any further. I bet she’d laugh at my.