"Mhmmmm Tristan" I moan in satisfaction. "Tell me baby, do you want me to make slow and passionate love to you or do you want me to fuck you senseless..." he questions his cock slowly moving in and out in a teasing manner. "Why not both? Why not start off making slow and passionate love to me and then finish off by fucking me senseless?" I suggest as I lick my lips as if they were dry. "That actually doesn't sound like a bad idea" Tristan smirked and started making love to me. "Mhmm Tristan! just. The intensity of this feeling is one you have not experienced in years and is heightened by the blind fold and restraints. You feel my finger slowly working its way in and out. A pair of fingers enters your pussy at the same time and they all begin to work your pleasure zones. You feel your orgasm starting to build again when suddenly I stop and remove my fingers again. "Not just yet," I whisper again move off the bed. The restraints on your arms and legs are released. "Let's stand you up. I accept with gratitude." Then she laughed. "Right now I will take you up on the hot shower; I already took a bath in salty tears."We never did see the movie we had wanted to watch after dinner. We sat on the couch and talked a bit about our lives. Lori had no family, she told me. "A woman on drugs and a monster of a man on booze is not a family," she spit out the words with a voice that had lost its sweetness; the sweetness had been replaced by burning anger.We sat quietly for a few minutes. Miranda undid her wrists. “Take me to bed and hold me tight,” murmured the blonde. So Miranda did. She thought about Robert as she drifted into sleep. She was owed six hours of slave time. Miranda awoke alone in Catherine's bed. A note beside her read: Late USA conference calls. In hotel office. Sorry. XXX. Her cellphone rang. It was just after six. Catherine's voice was almost a purr. “I'm thinking about your long hot tongue.” Miranda laughed softly. She wanted to say she was owed several.