The hem of her Santa coat was high, showing a lot of thigh, and I mean a LOT of thigh. She got the coffee going and we sat on the couch, just making i...le chit chat, no great shakes. She came close to me and put her hand on my thigh- very high on my thigh. Her face was actually quite pretty, eyes large and green under an unwrinkled forehead, thick eyebrows framing them. She had a small nose, tilted upward in a mischeivous way that was cute as well. Her mouth was wide with full lips, and she. "Then let's try it on," you say walking over to the curtained booths at the back of the shop, whilst holding up the sexy garment for the assistant to see. She smiles back, ignoring your call for me to get a move on.You go into the booth and pull the curtain closed behind you and I listen to the rustle as you undress. After a couple of minutes you call me in and I see your back facing me, your hands proffering the loops of lace for me to tie. I do as instructed and pull the lacing until it is. She shrieked and shuddered in disbelief.?Did I say you could use your tongue like that??She stared at me in silence from behind the blindfold, her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily. I could tell that she was trying hard to gage my mood. My practiced hand moved swiftly once more, and her face flicked to the side as a backhand slap landed on her other cheek, eliciting a frustrated yelp.?Answer the question!? ?No, Master,? her voice was almost a whisper, ?I’m sorry. I overstepped the. He had to be heavily sexed to be so quick to recover after the bout with Sam.Sam told her that Rodney was a musician and that he played with a jazz group at a club called "The Oasis" over in Brooklyn. They set up a date for all three of them to go to the club the next night. After he left, Sam confided in her that he a "dishy" friend in the band called Otis who play a mean horn. Mandy was not quite sure what a "mean horn" was but she figured it was like those things they played at funerals and.