.. which are beautiful, just like your mother’s,” I complimented. Both ladies blushed slightly.“Second, if I’d kissed Bridget like that earlie... today, I don’t think I’d have the courage to come here and meet your parents.” Caitlin’s eyebrows arched. I could tell she didn’t believe me, but their mother smiled at my answer.“Mrs. Taylor,” I started as I took her hand and pressed the back of it to my lips, “I was wondering if I might talk privately with you and Mr. Taylor?” It was her turn to be. He said that he was in his mid-thirties, had a seven inch cock and would love to have a submissive sissy cocksucker service his tool. After exchanging a couple of notes, I was in my car, heading to his apartment in the city. It took about 30 minutes to get there. I found a parking spot and sent him a note that I was outside the door of his building. He came down shortly thereafter to let me in. First, I was struck by the fact that he was a good looking guy. He did look like he was in his 30’s,. "Damn. If I hadn’t got us into this fix you could be busily caning my little bottom right now." She rattled her chains in a motion of bafflement. "But you see how Mark owns and controls us. If I go home a zebra he’ll punish us horribly. He’ll light the fire in my cunny and then put it out and go on and on and on ... Probably do the same to you. He’d consider us equally guilty." That goes back to the women’s lib thing. He can have his fun. But we can’t."Terry grinned wryly. "It’s the way we are. His family had all been invited to this fancy get together at thisfashion model, Anita Sinclair's, home. Justin's dad was a photographerwho had worked with the model on a couple of photo shoots. Justin didn'tknow much about Miss Sinclair, only that she lived in the nicest housein the neighborhood and that she had a daughter around his age. Hisfather was adamant that the woman thought herself a much bigger dealthan she actually was. He said she bragged incessantly of her money.