The pain of wanting him so much made it harder to think straight, to plan my course of action. I knew I wanted him. I pulled at the zipper of his slac...s, feeling his cock hard as I pulled and tugged at the crotch of his pants. I bit my bottom lip as I sprung him free, watched his eyes clench tight as I worked my hand up and down, squeezing his shaft tight on my way up. ‘Oh god,’ he grunted, resting his head on the headrest. I leaned forward to kiss the curve of his neck while I continued. I noticed a bed of Geraniums that was new, they would look great when in flower later this year. One feature of the garden was the abundance of roses chosen so that as one display faltered there would be another coming into bloom to maintain the plethora of colour. I took a seat on a bench which the staff referred to as Arthur’s Throne. It was where he habitually took his lunch every day. Also habitually the fare would be the same, Crusty bread, a wedge of strong Cheddar cheese and a raw onion,. Your legs look firmer, I think your ass is tighter, and your belly is nowhere near as soft as it was. You're not done yet, but you're getting there quite quickly." Thank you, Mistress. It's your guidance that did it, and this is your body to mould as you see fit."Gretchen walked up close, and took both of Nina's breasts firmly in her hands. "You know, I'm thinking that once you are in fighting trim, I'm going to hold an open house here in the gym, and I'm going to oil you up, and put you on a. The sting of the whip soon fades, the welts heal, but the punishment of that long ago night is now a tattoo on her soul and will be with her forever. Though she would never ask her husband for such a thing as he climbs on top of her for his weekly fuck, she has found a series of erstwhile “Masters” who are more than willing to cater to her needs. Steven grinned his wicked grin as he thought of the poor unsuspecting husband whose wife is sneaking away, gartered and corseted like a whore, to be.