No that was days ago wasn’t it? Why hadn’t they traded places back again? She recalled how her mistress’ fingers had slid under her skirt while...she cooed and reassured her. Those fingers were so deft, she read her mind and knew exactly what she needed: how to stroke, when to pull and where to pinch. She had been inflamed in the midst of her distress until her worries had melted away. The words of her mistress restored her calm, evened out her breathing and settled the rhythm in the rise and. Leaning over her shoulder I talk softly so the Bus Boy can’t hear.“Now you won’t disgrace me and yourself in front of my friends will you.” I ask.“No I won’t.” She replies with the determined voice of a true submissive not wishing to upset her proud master.“Just keep calm. Keep breathing and don’t forget no real harm will come to you. Do you understand?” I ask her.“No I don’t understand. I don’t know what’s going to happen. What is going to happen?” she replies.“Well this is a Jewellery Show. "Always looking for an angle, huh brother?Richard sighed theatrically. "Twist my arm, why don't you? Okay. Let's grab a seat." Excellent, a story! Just a sec." Perry ducked into his room for another chair.He brought it out and plopped down facing so he could look out at the ocean while they talked."Why do they only have one chair? Seems weird. Not like they care if you do anything out here."Perry laughed. "You didn't see? Oh, check this out. There's a whole bunch of outdoor furniture stacked up. ” She tensed up at that. “Jerking off with you watching is ten times better than doing it alone with only pictures. The real thing is way better.”“What else can I give you?” She was doing everything she could not to cry. “What do you want for everything to go back to normal?”I reached over and squeezed her thigh. “After what you did, I don’t think we can go back.”“If your goal is to punish me,” she moved my hand away before I could slide it any farther up her leg, “you’ve succeeded. I’ve more.