I collect the bag and unzip it placing it on the edge of the couch to steady it as I peek inside. I gasp in delight as the contents become clear and I...see the naughty gifts that you have prepared inside. Our usual party-night pack has a few additions to it but the item that grabs my attention first is the beautiful, long, soft kitten tail.“Oh my, Master!” I exclaim, “Is this for me?” I say, pulling the gorgeous gift from the bag and looking it over. The fur is soft, silky and the colours of. I did lock it though, I know that.?Steven! What are you doing,? growled Mrs. Remington as she stepped intothe bathroom. ?You naughty, naughty, pervert! You are wanking in thosepanties I gave you!??I thought the door was locked,? I whimpered.She stepped forwards and reached down, running her hand over my erectionthrough the cotton. ?That lock hasn?t worked for years Stephanie. If youare a good girl and put your hands on your head I?ll keep touching yourlittle willy.?I groaned, simultaneously. Her short blonde hair framed her face and she was made up perfectly, almost as if she was expecting a date, or just returning from one. She was wearing a simple light blue wrap-around skirt-easy to remove I observed-which picked up the highlights in her blue eyes. Her top was simple too, a white pullover through which it would be easy to see her bra-if she were wearing one. Instead I could clearly see an outline of her tits and despite my session with Molly felt the cum welling up in my cock. I. .. ... Alexa's trusting face suddenly intruded into his reverie. He stared out of the cabin window at the blanket of white that obscured the English Channel below. It was almost funny, in an ironic way. His life was being disrupted so effectively by a skinny little waitress from a run-down cafe in a poor part of London. He had just abandoned his role as a key negotiator at a pivotal East-West Arms Summit, taken on a personal slave against his better judgment when his health was failing, and yet.