“Sometimes I do the feminine thing but I really do find myself far more comfortable with a little androgyny.” She looked fantastic, her hair shone...and her eyes were bright, her nipples showed hard and long through the silk. She sat me on the arm of a hard, black leather sofa and, watching my eyes the whole time, she pulled my dress down to expose my tits. She proceeded to fondle, lick, suck and bite them and I couldn’t prevent my hands going to her hair and stroking my nails through it as she. Is itallowed? A flush overcomes me. What do you think of me now?My arms are likewise raised, and again I feel my freedom diminished by coldsteel, boundaries both cruel and unbreakable. My vulnerability overcomesme. The helpless plight of my beleaguered limbs...my body... evokes a dimterror deep in my bowels. Surely now I must cry out for respite? I feel mytears curling softly down my cheeks...wetting the silk which now clings insodden folds against my skin. Perhaps my Master will see my plight. We were both breathing in pants now, both more aroused than we had been in many years. But still wanting more. Still suckling at her breast, my hand slid down her belly, teasing her belly button, caressing all over, before sliding underneath those by now very damp French knickers. I cupped her with my hand, gently rocking back and forth, making her moan again. I loved hearing that sound, this woman enjoying herself. My middle finger parted her folds and gently slid between her wetness, sliding. We went to a bar where neither of us would be known. I requested to be seated at a booth in the back and I ordered some drinks for us. I put my hand on Helena’s knee and pushed up the hem of her little black dress. She put a hand over mine trying to stop me, but I lifted her dress all the way up her thighs. At the same time I kissed her with a deep French kiss. This action got the attention of several men at the bar we were facing, as I had planned. Helena tried to resist, when I reminded her.