She was in another bikini but this time it was a sexy yellow bikini that again barely covered her. "Have a seat, sweetie," she told me. Just hearing h...r call me sweetie almost made me cream in my pants. We sat and made some small talk as we drank the tea. My eyes were locked on her tits as they were once again popping out of the top. As we continued to make some small talk her question became more personal than they have been before asking me about my dating life and who I was seeing. She was. I’ve never yelled at her. Her face told me she knew that statement may not hold true in a moment. She stood and backed to the couch and sat looking defeated, helpless, and defenseless. Her face was contorted. Tear kept streaming without the wailing. She couldn’t make her mouth work. She was frozen. I felt my blood starting to boil.I leaned forward and uttered one, insistent, sharply pointed word—”NOW.”She flinched in fear.“I don’t know how to say it,” she mumbled as crying began. I slowly took the sheet from her body. She was flushed with sleep. Her creamy white skin was very tempting, especially with those fantastic tits poking up into the cool morning air. The nipples started to harden as the air met them and I started drooling a little just looking at them. Then my gaze traveled down her fine torso to the little cooze she was displaying without knowing it. I crept up on the bed, making as little motion as I could. I started by smelling her pussy. I loved pussy smell. ”I glanced at Bruce who nodded almost imperceptibly.“Thanks.”“What’s your pleasure?”My pleasure? I’d like to chain him up in his own dungeon and use his whips and equipment on him. “Scotch would be good,” I said, “Straight, no ice.”We sat in luxurious chairs in an enormous lounge, my acquisition knelt next to me, head down. I was handed a generous helping of Laphroaig. Not my favourite, but acceptable and welcome in that setting. Small talk, in which I tried to maintain the persona of one who.