"Don't worry, I won't hurt you", he said. He pressed his lips on hers again and felt herself relax completely.He placed his hands on her butt this tim... and started to massage it, causing a moan to escape Annette once again. She didn't shy away this time, in fact she embraced it. They continued to kiss and he started to peel off her tiny top. She froze up for a second, but she relaxed after a moment, letting the man undress her. He pulled the skimpy shirt off over her head and slid her skirt. She thought again at the perfect symmetry of her bondage when she realized that it was not exactly symmetric. She was sure that it had been, though. But now her right arm seemed to be pulled by the rope a little bit more than the left one. She turned her head to look at her arm and the rope, and saw that the rope was twisted-up all along.She started to untwist it by moving her hand around the rope, so that her wrist could turn inside the rope. After two turns she realized that she had gone in. She needed some coffee! While it was dripping,she suddenly moved off and found her purse in the living room. Shepulled her cell phone out and stared at it. Should she really call him?At this hour? She had the right. But should she? It really wasn't avery nice thing to do... but damn it, she was his mistress. She couldmake him do anything she wanted him to do. Hadn't she proved that withhim over and over again? She was his mistress... totally. She had theright!Throwing all concerns. We got the small talk out of the way and settled at our table. He had been visiting his parents in the south of France, he said, and had just arrived in Vienna three days ago. The conversation then veered in the direction of the party and the numerous couplings that had occurred as a result, at which point Patrice laughed softly, cocked his head and said, “Mind if I ask a stupid question?” “Go on,” I urged. “Did we…?” As soon as I’d grasped what he was asking I nodded slowly. “In our host’s.