Seizing the moment, (how often does one get an opportunity like this?), Carmen told him he was officially wearing the black panties of submission, and...Carmen was in charge. This did nothing to dampen his spirit, and he looked about to pop off right in front of Carmen without the slightest touch, a good half of him not contained behind that tiny triangle of thin cloth. To capture the moment She snapped off a picture with her phone, Ali doing nothing to stop her in an unusual display of passive. I've heard that can happen after a traumatic experience. Her mother's been dead for six months, why would she just now start sleepwalking? Of course what happened last night was more of a case of sleep sucking. And a damn fine job she did too. Her future husband is one lucky bastard.I decided to let it drop for now, until I could do some research on how to handle it.I was busy at the office most of the day and only had a minute to research. About the only thing I got out of it was you shouldn't. Betsy believed that there were some things one just didn’t do with a submissive, no matter how much consent you had. She didn’t let it spill over to her job, so no one complained much.“They have safe words, Betsy. Haven’t you heard of ice play? I have to check on the specialty rooms upstairs. Start filing them in in 5 minutes.”“I will.” Betsy turned to the lady beside her. “Mary, do you want the till or ID?”“I’ll take the till. I don’t have your sixth sense on fake IDs.”“Right. I noticed a. She was so intently absorbed in her business she did not hear him slip in. His cock was beginning to bulge even more from his pants. He wanted to know what it felt like to be inside her so he figured he would take the shot. Hey what could it hurt he thought. Slowly he took out his cell phone and quickly snapped a few pictures of his raunchy supervisor. Not only could he get off on them later, he could show his wife the goods he got to see. Closing his phone he thought it now was his time.