“So, let us she what Suzanne has to offer shall we?” He grinned wickedly. “Take off the blouse.”She undid the six buttons quickly and shucked ...ff the cotton blouse, allowing it to fall to the floor.“And now the kilt, take it off.” He looked at her covered breasts anticipating what her tits would look like with out the bra while she unbuckled the thin leather belt and popped the button. The kilt fell to the fall leaving her in just her bra and briefs and long white socks. He liked the contrast. She doesn't notice him shift beside her and the sudden lips wrapping around her nipple makes her arch her back her pouty lips part slightly and a soft moan escape past them. He stills, and her mind reels from it she lets out a soft gasp and whispers in shame "Don't stop!" He growls the vibrations on her nipple cause her legs to clamp shut against her wetness. Suddenly, the pearcing pain that seems to engulf her right breast makes her gape in teeth marks lineing her nipple the red lines coming. He had waited outside the club and had seen Vinnie and Max haul up two large plastic coolers and load them in the van. He had opened the coolers while the two idiots had put the cart away. He didn't recognize either body, but suspected, from her description, that the man was Harold.He had followed the van until it reached Highway 95 and turned south. He followed it for a while, but when they pulled into a gas station and filled up the tank and bought two large coffees each, he figured they were. My breath catches as I lookinto your eyes and see your disappointment at my disobedience. "Master, I'm…" I try to explain, but before I can say anything in explanationyou are dragging me out of the door by my wrist. Pulling me over to your car,you open the door and roughly push me in. I start to tremble as I fix my clothesand turn to watch you sit down into the driver's seat. I bite my lip, feelinghorrible that I let you down, and starting to worry about my punishment. "Master, please…" You.