? She wanted to be owned.? By him.? Forever.?? She thought she would ask him for permissionto wear one of those spring clips on her key ring.? A symbo... to remind her that she was always his, that he was always with her.? He just wanted to just gaze at her like this, vulnerable,open and so completely turned on but he couldn?t bring himself to not touchher.? His fingertips moved across hernipples once more, softly, before he grasped her more firmly as if weighing herbreasts.? He saw her lips. The come from her mouth ran down her chin and onto her breasts. She was fucking plastered in the stuff and looked fucking sexy. My cock was hard and I had to wank myself slowly. Paul then reached behind him on to the chair and pulled up a digital camera, he quickly fired off 3 shots of Alice covered in his spunk.“Just a little insurance” he said with a big grin on his face. Paul then picked Alice up and sat her on the bar and pushed her legs wide open, he roughly ripped off her knickers. Quick look in the bar. Where was “Cassius”, for Christ’s sake. I prowled the foyer for over an hour, like a bitch on heat. Then, suddenly, a tap on my shoulder. There he was. “Oh, hello,” I sort of stammered. “I didn’t mean to startle you, I’m sorry. Would you care to join me for a drink ?” he asked.“Not here.” I replied. “Let me go change, I’ll only be a few minutes”.“I’ll see you down in the car park” he whispered. I raced to the room. Quick change. Black underwear, he’ll like the contrast. Isubtly watch this because I've never put my hair in a bun, well, not areally neat one, and would like to do Jamie's hair one day.He brushes his hair, and gathers up the hair into a ponytail up in themiddle of the crown of his head. I'm surprised he doesn't tie off theponytail, instead he starts twisting his ponytail and it starts to take aspiral shape to form a bun.He wraps the rest of hair around the bun, picks up one of the fourhairpins laid out on his make-up table and secures hair. He then.