It just seemed like her style. That’s when I realized I was imagining her in something way too dominant – Cherry needed a slave outfit, not a mist...ess’s one. When Cherry picked up what looked like a mass of belts and carefully draped it over herself, I knew I’d found at least one thing I wanted from this selection.“What do you think of it?” I asked from behind her.Cherry dropped the body harness as if she’d been caught peeking at Christmas presents. Berry, on the other side of the display,. Inside the walls, I was greeted with a stench of such magnitude that I marveled at how the residents of the walled fortress were able to contend with its oppressive assault on the nostrils.Several females of disreputable appearance accosted me as I made my way up the steep street to the central common."How about a little cuddle, dearie?" Leave him be, Annette, I saw him first."The second dark-haired vixen was decidedly more attractive than the first and I did not object when she placed my hand. She kept pacing the floor, hoping that Tom wouldn’t have the guts to show up. The more she thought about it, she became more convinced that was the case. Tom was such a wimp. She had always enjoyed demeaning him in the office. The obvious anger in his eyes made so much more fun. She was jolted out of her thoughts by the sound of the doorbell. As much as she tried to resist, she found herself drawn to the door. She heard Tom say, ‘Suzanne, it’s me, open up.’ Her hands had a mind of their own as. But he knew he would never be allowed to have such an unthinkable pleasure.***For the next six weeks, Father Thomas had only seen the object of his lust during regular services. Once he had seen her entering the confessional where another priest was and despair set in wishing he was the priest in there. But Diane's confession time was quite short, giving the Good Father a sigh of relief in knowing that she obviously had nothing of interest to tell the other priest. On this day, he observed the.