We were still kissing and he reached behind me to undo my bra and release my breasts to be played with. He pulled off the bra and immediately left my...mouth to engulf a breast into its place. His hand was caressing the other and pinching my nipple slightly. It was shooting shivers down my spine causing me to arch my back and curl my toes. He looked up at me and was watching my face as I was getting closer to orgasm. He moved to the other breast and moved his hand between my legs again and. Bonnie often spent hours on end bound to a column in her brothers office or, in a hog-tie position, unable to move any part of her body. Skippy required her to maintain control of her bladder until he was ready to release her. Bonnie was never allowed to wear clothing, other than heels, except when non-family members were present and, even then she was only allowed to wear clothing sufficient enough so as to not warrant suspicion of her true slave status - never any under ware at all. She. I'm in so much trouble." I begin to panic as my Master gets off the couch and begins to walk towards me."Do you have any idea what time it is?!" He doesn't holler at me, but the calm tone of his voice scares me even more than if he were to yell. I nod slowly as he grabs my chin. "What time is it then, slave?"I look down at the ground, desperately trying not to look him in the eyes. "A little after 2 a.m. I think Master." He shakes his head angrily and puts his hand around my throat. He doesn't. I don’t know why,” Gracie observed as she sipped her pricey fountain drink from the Smashburgers in the same terminal.“Yeah, well, that reminds me. The first that we’re doing for my cousin is taking her out to eat, but where? Nigel’s, I think, for some reason. What do you say? Nigel’s, everyone?” I proposed now.“I fucking love that place! I used to work there as a waitress, after all!” Tamara snickered as she obviously thought of our first ever fuck.“And then the next night at Jefe Pedro’s, if.