“Precisely. What of you, Tara? Do you want in on the list, with the stipulation that you have to follow yours, but you’d get to help write Damien�...�s? You’d get to boss the boss around on something. Think of that,” Cassidy suggested to Tara, who was now very wet at the idea of such a game or arrangement ... it was regulatory, but fun and playful in a way.“And Damien would write mine. Only Damien? I could honestly tell Roger that if he wanted me back, he’d have to convince Damien. I love it! Well,. Was he still there, watching, waiting for me to move, to take my hands down and provide some relief to my throbbing butt, only to use that as an excuse to begin my punishment once more. And yet, did it really matter? After all, he’d already warned me to use my time in the corner to think about what might be coming next. Finally a creak behind me confirmed that he was still there, taking his time to enjoy the sight of my already glowing ass while I stewed on what he still had in store for me. . My hands were beginning to creep down his back. But he pulled away.He spoke to us all. His voice was as cultivated as his muscles were toned."No," he said. "This is a special moment, in a special place. We mustn't do what we've always done. Nature has other ways than these. Express your joy in the way you are doing. But the occasion needs something different. Share your love, man to man, and woman to woman. If you haven't before, now is the perfect place and time."Without any choosing we. I took off her nighty and saw her massive juggs caged into tight bra, certainly there was very less light in the room and initially I could not see anything properly, not even her face but as some time passed everything seemed better including her Mangal Sutra which was resting over her partially exposed breasts which actually came in my vision when her nighty was totally off from her body.I saw the golden pendent by taking it in my hand “uttar dun issko…?” she asked me if I want her to take.