"Although she understood, Carol was a bit annoyed with him, he had arrived shortly after Mr Maxwell had left, and found her lying on the bed, still bl...ndfolded, with her wrists cuffed to the bed-head as he had left her, but now her ankles were tied to the top of the bed-head, so she was tightly folded over, with her ass-hole exposed. As instructed by Mr Maxwell, he had gone on his knees between her legs and licked her pussy and her ass, tasting semen in both, then untied her and removed the. People with their perennial craft booths would be there for a longer orshorter time; depending on how they chose to be. And even sometimes,someone there just wanting to find a home for a litter of puppies orkittens.As he moved through the crowds that flowed like blood through the veinsof a body, he sometimes thought that this must be what it was like towalk through the marketplaces of the ancient world and it left himfeeling connected to the past in some deep underlying fashion.Most of the time. ” Sir nods, smirks, and grabs my wife's ass, heading to the shower. She gets weak at one knee and giggles like a school girl. I am looking down as is expected of a Slave. She circles behind me and whispers, "This is it, dear. What you want and I lust for. Never forget, I love you and you know the word, should it be needed. I know you showered, now go and change into your outfit... before I punish you.” I rush over to the room and change quickly into my collar and basketball shorts. I am a. To a casual observer, the events of the next few minutes would have seemed unremarkable. A young woman with long blonde hair stopped at the table next to his, sat down, and when the waiter appeared, asked for a glass of chilled white wine. Elegantly dressed in a full floral print skirt that barely reached her knees and a cream chiffon blouse that hinted at the ripeness of her breasts beneath, she was as cool as he was overheated. She crossed her legs giving him a view of her unstockinged.