His whips no longer striped my bottom. Nor did his leather cuffs shackle my arms and legs to meet his capricious whims. At least that is what I told m...self. However, I did miss one element of our play, the feel and the smell of fine leather. Something about the leather ignited my senses, steamed my sex and dampened my panties. While jack was away from the office in the Orient I had used my smarts to tamper on line the invoices for the accounts receivable which allowed me to siphon off the funds. I told her we can chat in the kitchen. She asked "Can we talk on the patio instead? It's such a nice day." "I guess we can," I answered "but only if you promise to behave." She looked disgruntled as she said "I'll try but no promises." I grabbed a couple of cokes from the fridge and we made our way onto the deck. She took a seat at the picnic table and I sat opposite her just to be on the safe side. She raised her eyebrows and asked "What's the matter? Are you afraid of me?" I replied "You. ”As she spoke, tears came rolling down her cheek.She then continued, “The previous week that we spent together, a lot of memories came up. It was the night before my departure that he came to my room to tell me how lonely he felt. He spoke about the good time that we had and how he longed to get back together. One thing led to another and we ended up...”She paused to look at me, to see if would respond to her. When I didn’t, she said, “Please, Steve. Say something.”After a brief silence, I. And I’m no pacifist!”I chuckled, “You have that whole ‘macho Latin’ thing going, except when you’re playing guitar.”“Chicks dig it,” he grinned.“But you’re on a short leash at the moment!”“I’m sure as heck not complaining! Dona’s sweet and she’s sexy as hell! And there is nobody on a shorter leash than you right now!”“Jason,” I replied.“OK, that’s like bondage!” José said with grin. “But he signed up for it, big time! I heard the story about the Jack Daniel’s.”“I’d say it was a fair trade of.