You lean in and give me a long, lingering kiss. I find I love the feel of your mustache against my cheek and can’t wait to feel it elsewhere. Your k...ss steals my breath with its passion. I am a lucky, lucky girl. You rock against me and I can feel you becoming even more excited by our closeness. Our conversations have only served to increase your desire to possess me. I rub your chest and lean back to give you access to my breasts. You quickly unbutton my shirt and reveal the black lace bra I. There was something about her expression, though. I thought, under the usual curiosity about someone you're meeting for the first time, there was ... sadness ... and maybe nervousness.She sat in the kitchen with me and sipped tea as I chopped and grated, sliced, mixed and stirred. There's an American expression I've come across that I quite like – we 'visited' together (I think that's how it goes). She liked the outdoors; walking on the moors, bird-watching. In the past, she'd done some. It was a short walk over to the address, I found it easily and let myself quietly in. The lounge light was on, with a post-it note on the door. ‘In here first.’I walked in, on the table was a piece of paper with a printed photo on it, underneath in handwriting: ‘If you found me like this how naughty would you be?’ The photo was of Naomi asleep with a blindfold on, face down with a short nightgown on. I twitched in my trousers in anticipation. Beside the paper was an empty bottle of wine, a. "After you're dressed, I will explain more to you. If you refuse to dressup, I will send these photos out to your friends, family and businesscontacts," she states. "And from now on, you will call me Unit Leader.'Is that clear, bitch?"John stares back for a moment before nodding."Well, what is it, bitch?" asks Allison."Yes ... Unit Leader," he replies weakly."Good, then get to work," orders Allison.John unpacks the large bag and sets the clothes on the bed. The outfit isall black, including the.