Meanwhile Master Ray prepared a small snack by way of supper as the desert he had carefully licked from Charlady's aroused body was less fortifying th...n I had anticipated and I was peckish. I assumed that Charlady would also be peckish, rightly as it turned out.After eating we retired to bed around eleven thirty pm and cradled each other to sleep. In my sleep I must have been dreaming for I found myself waking up with my lips around charlady's engorged nipple. I think it was Charlady's moans. “Excellent. Keep that energy flowing.” Mariah posed, beginning to chuckle a little as she added some flirtatious elements to her choices. Brian had nothing but praise for everything she did, and after only a few poses, she shrugged off her blouse completely. “Beautiful. A little profile.” The camera clicked. “Lean back a little. That’s stunning.” Another click. Caught up in the odd – but exciting – energy, Mariah popped open the clasp on her bra. Brian kept snapping pictures as she slowly. He had to torture me a bit, before I wouldtell him." But you could have lowered the level, and avoided the torture?" Yes, I could have - but that didn't seem right!" Cynthia, you are simply a weak-kneed excuse for a domme!" I know! I know, but I think I'm falling in love with my slave, and Imight ask her to marry me!"Ronnie's head jerked upright, and he jumped forward to force his gaggedlips onto Cynthia's mouth. Initially she resisted, but then she openedher lips around his gag, and kissed. It would just be a matter of time, until she came up to him. Ah how he had missed her. Her stunning honesty, her passionate convictions, those never ending deep green eyes. Was it wrong to notice those eyes now? Downstairs in the brownstone, there was much, much going on. It was a day that would be quietly noted by the cities socialites, and perhaps some of the business community. The striking red head woman seemingly blended in, speaking and smiling when appropriate, shaking hands and finally.