"I... I don't want to hurt you."His concern was so genuine, it was all Nicole could do not to smother him with tender, motherly kisses."Oh, sweetheart... please don't worry about that," she said, playfully tapping the end of his nose with her finger. "You let me worry about that, okay?"Nicole reached down between her son's parted thighs, doing her best to grasp his dozen stiffening inches of forearm-thick cock with her overmatched hand."My god, Robert - is that all really you??!!"Indeed, it was.. Don't stand on formality, wear something light and comfortable'.The bedroom was large with attached dressing room and bathroom. Like the rest of the house it was tastefully furnished.'Malkin (Mistress), would you like to change?' Basanti asked respectfully.'Basanti what had mama told you earlier?' I asked out of curiosity.For a moment Basanti hesitated but then said, 'Only that we should obey you without question and see that you are comfortable'.'Are you sure?' I probed as I thought there was. She stood up and walked past us to the table where the drinks were. She opened the remaining three cans of Guinness and passed them to each of us before taking the other bottle of wine to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and opened it, took a swig, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as a little drip dropped out.Jim and Simon looked at me and I indicated that they should sit down on the only two chairs. There was a bit of an uncomfortable silence as Jay took little sips from. .. how you say, errr... fuck-ing, yes fuck-ing.” Joy smiled. “That’s right, Natasha, you want to be fucking.” “Hmm, yah, fuck-ing.” She turned towards Joy. “Please, I want to see the man. Can I see now, please?” Joy took the champagne from Natasha who then swiftly drew the mask over her head, shook her long blonde locks and looked across at Eric. He smiled, a little sheepishly. Manacled and tied to the bed, he felt enfeebled in front of this gorgeous stranger. Natasha uttered something.