Wanting a picnic, I kept it simple, fresh fruit, sandwiches, olives and easy to eat food that we could kind of feed one another. The soft music played...low, the candles flickered in the dying light. Her skin shown ruby and bright, as the wine and relaxation took hold. Sometimes, time to just talk quietly was the best thing in the world. On our sides, facing one another, filled with all the food we wanted, I leaned and kissed her. Deborah’s arm wrapped my neck, as she fell back, pulling me on. Andrew grabbed a chain and pair of padlocks from behind the couch Becky was sitting on before unfastening the woman's leash from her collar. He replaced it with the chain, padlocking one end onto her collar and the other onto a floor hook discretely hidden beneath the couch."This is my slave," he said proudly.Becky was surprised when the tethered woman looked straight at her. Although there was slight pleading in her pretty hazel eyes, there was barely a hint of self consciousness at being. When I shifted my weight to a prone position, Becky pulled off my towel, and fondled my ass. We kissed softly- exploring, learning, warming up. Her bare breasts pressed against my chest, I enjoyed her softness, so different from Samantha’s taught, high energy form. Hands slipped up and down my back, butt to blades in a lazy, no hurry travel. My erection, fully formed, pressed against her thigh through the sheet, and she rubbed against it. As I kissed down her jaw to her neck, Becky whispered,. .."She stopped and looked at me. The angry face seemed to fade a little and the corner of her mouth actually curved upwards. "Thank God you're okay. I know those buses can be so confusing sometimes." She was buying the whole lame story and I sighed a breath of relief."Come, let me introduce you to everyone," She said pulling me by the arm. I met Gloria and Cathy, two other waitresses, James, the owner, Mark, the cook, Ed his helper and Salvador, the bus boy. The diner was kind of run down and.