” I sit up an straddle your waist waving my finger in your face. “NO, tonight is your night, I’m in charge of you.” Pouting, I tell you that ...ou must do as I say. Laughing you reluctantly consent but only on one condition, I must agree that in the morning, I am yours. Totally and completely yours. MMMMMMMM now what woman in her right mind is going to argue with that? Moving my hands down your chest, finger tips lightly touch your nipples I lean in licking them one by one. Now hard under my. Scratching gently with the pads of his fingers. His fingers found a tiny ridge that brought a violent squeal form her. "Did I find something?" "Yea...yes...oh, find it again." Are you sure?" Her deep growl brought out a chuckle. "Just making sure."His lips closed around her clit as his fingers found the spot again. The heat of her was out of control. He didn't remember that. The years had made her even more sexy and responsive. Dillon ran his other hand up across her belly, feeling the slight. What wasn’t fair was tearing into the guy who was willing to tote them for her.At dinner, she laid down the law to Dad: “I’m still dating Andy. You don’t have to like it. I’m setting my own hours. As long as I get in for breakfast, you have no grounds for complaints.”“And if you’re not down for breakfast?” Summer times, she often wasn’t. She wouldn’t go out that late with Andy, though. The poor guy still had a job to go to.“Mom can look in.”“Can I look in?” asked Pete the pervert.“You put a. It was the policy of the organization that all captures be fully nude at all times. Being permitted to wear clothes was a privilege that had to be earned, Since most of them were confined for only two or three days, before being delivered to their new owner, few ever wore clothes. Blankets were generally provided, but the slave was always required to be nude when a handler was present.?My crotch is itching and you’re going to stop it for me?, quipped Elena. Still naked Mary Beth’s gag was.