I took her to the sawhorse and threw her over so that her ass was in the air. “Grab your ankles,” I ordered and she did as she was told. I found a...kle to wrist restraints and secured her in position, locked over the sawhorse. she continued to mewl, but most of the fight had gone out of her. I ran my finger through the cleft of her vagina. she was incredibly wet, and I licked the salty moisture from the tip of my finger. “This makes you hot?” “yes, master, please fuck my pussy…” she begged. I. As we went through theevening I made sure that Simon got plenty of sexy flashes of mylingerie but I did not allow him to touch it or fondle me. I allowedkisses but as soon as he tried to lift my skirt I kept stopping him andsaying he had to wait until later. We drank enough so we were relaxedbut I was careful not to drink too much as I did not want either of usto be out of control. Finally I felt the time was right to move my planto the next stage. I took Simon by the hand and led him upstairs.. And stayed there, leaning a bit his way, almost offering him a good look. I even squirmed a little bit, so that he could see a bit more. And said, “New York?” “Chicago.” “Oh. Me, too.” He was a bit unnerved, still. And I was into those eyes again. Really nice eyes. I wondered what they looked like when he made love to the wife. If they ever made love. Did he close them? Did they open wide when he came? Did she know what they looked like? Ever? I smiled at the thoughts I was having. I think that. ‘Why did you make that sound, Slave?’ ‘My nipples still hurt from when Brian spanked them, Sir,’ I said. He stood up and slapped my right breast and then the left hard, right at the edge of the nipple. ‘You must be tired, Slave. You called these YOUR nipples. Don’t tell me you need another lesson on who owns your body.’ My eyes flooded with tears and I blubbered, ‘No, Master, please! I meant your nipples, your nipples.’ He ignored the tears and counted out the clips. ‘Besides these aren’t even.