Sorry, Master." Good," I said more kindly. "This lady," I indicated Wendy, "is my wife and you shall treat her with the greatest of respect, but she i... not your mistress because you belong to me alone." Yes, Master." Hello, Florence," said Wendy pleasantly."Hello, madam," she respectfully replied."Florence," I told her, "give me an account of yourself."So Florence told her story. She was Nigerian and her family had sent her to England to study, which she had been doing diligently but without. She caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, trying to sit up but failing due to the belt around her arms. Finally realizing what was going on, she curled her legs up into her chest, which was now betraying her fear in short, quick bursts of breathing. He stood motionless for a moment as they locked eyes, hers wide in fear and surprise, his a simple amusement and hunger. Looking her over, he realized that her shirt had risen up even farther when he had tied her arms together, now not. I grabbed my shaft and slowly began to stoke it; the girl moved her hand down to her panties and rubbed a darker part of the lacey material, no not a darker part, I realized and damp part, a very damp part. I moaned quietly and began to pump my cock faster.~Finally after torturing myself I reached down and pulled off my panties braced my arm on the cold glass of the window, and ran my hand my body to my soaking wet mound. I slipped two fingers into my lips and traced down my pussy and over my. I thought it was going to be some sort of snack followed by a condo meeting or the other way around. We’re new here, and figured this was a way to meet other people from the building.”“Well, you certainly can do that. Because three or more members of the condo board are here, we had to announce it on the bulletin board. We’re not planning to talk condo business, but apparently the Department of State doesn’t care about that; we still have to announce the gathering – in this case a party.”Amber.