The woman was dressed only in body-paint except for the flip-flops that she had on her feet. She was holding the end of a leash in her left hand and t...e other end of the leash ran to a hoop around a naked man's scrotum just above his balls. He was not even wearing flip-flops. This was obviously a mistress/slave couple, but everyone noticed that the woman was not wearing a wedding ring. That could have been for several reasons, but all of the women jumped to the same conclusion that the couple. She was giggling and slapping at his back, “You are a caveman! Brutish! You cannot just abscond with me!” He walked through the door of their bedroom and dropped her onto their bed, “Sure I can.” His shirt was off in a matter of seconds, followed quickly by his pants. He planned to lengthen out her undressing, but his clothing could no longer be touching his sensitive skin. His hand gripped his erect cock, felt it’s weight as he strutted towards her. She scrambled to the farthest edge from. But it couldn’t be just anyone, it had to be someone I felt a bond with and where a relationship could develop as I knew it had to be more than just sex. It had to be someone close by so if we did get on we would be able to meet frequently. I had started to chat during the day as it seemed easier to get to know people during the day and leave the heavy stuff until late at night. I continued to look and suffer disappointment after disappointment. Then just as I was on the verge of giving up. When she explained that she had a TV set in the bedroom, I smiled and asked coyly if she used it regularly. She blushed, stuck out her tongue, and said the drinks were in the refrigerator. I sat down on the living room couch and had waited for about 10 minutes when she re-appeared. Wow!! She had changed into a white cotton t-shirt, loose white linen shorts and no socks. As she sat down on the couch next to me, I casually examined her tits. Though she was wearing a white lace bra, they were well.