? Dillan did as told,tiny beads of perspiration peppered the top of her lip. The metal desk feltcold as her top lay on it. Her fingers found the hem o... her skirt and shelifted it, exposing the backs of her thighs. Phillipe set down the glass andgazed at the beauty of his slave. He dialed up the volume of a classical CD.Selecting a thin cane, he swung it down across the naked thighs. His slavejerked as it struck with a pronounced ?TWAK!? ?Now try again, D.? ?Yes Master.? Dillan knelt on. As my wife was keen on dancing she danced for quite a long time. She was wearing a cotton salwar kameez at that time. As a result of the drinks, everyone was light headed & one of my friends was constantly trying to dance with my wife,to the irritation of his wife.One of the unmarried guys was also holding my wife’s hands often to dance. She did not seem to mind & I too pretty much ignored it. But I did notice that now and then my wife got very close to both these guys & at one point I could. With the construction of Expo 67 came the Ville Marie and the Bonaventure expressways that cut off easy access to ‘the Point’ both from land and from the river. All of these created a psychological barrier that separated The Point from the rest of Montreal. All of the industries that were the lifeblood of the area disappeared and the Point now has one of the highest unemployment rates of the city. Recently, the city has tried to boost the neighbourhood again by making it an ‘In-crowd’ hot spot. I also felt that it would give an excuse to dress more often and openly. But whatever lay ahead, it would be well after we'd had breakfast, so I quietly slipped out of bed, and out of the room to go and surprise her with a morning meal.To keep from waking her I used the other bathroom, the same one where Peter had shaved her the evening prior. As I washed I saw the razor sitting on the lavatory and it brought a smile to my face. I had the fixings for breakfast out, and coffee started when I.