She craves her Mistress’s binding and attention. That woman is my husband’s student’s dedicated slave. Willing slave.”He snorted, “and the b...onde?”“Look closely, Leonard. Does she look happy to be there? At the center of attention, bared breasts, hands bound, boots emulating a horse. That white plume and ribbons woven in her braid? That tail, stuck in her ass for all to see? I can tell from even here that she is mortified. Each and every time Sydney takes her to one of these events it is worse. “I gotta go get the show back on, so have fun. As Leslie scampered back to her room, the thought of orgasms was still on my mind. She was right about me not utilizing the full potential of being a female in that regard. I went up to my room and got comfortable in bed with my laptop. Just like the old days, I put one hand below and used the other to search for porn. It had been a long time since I last watched porn. Because I wanted to try and cum a bunch of times, I went for one of my favorite. Her brilliant emerald green eyes were piercing and sparkled of their own inner light. And when she moved, she moved with a grace and power that had everyone captivated by her, waiting with baited breath to see what she had to say.It was easy to see how she intimidated people so easily. But for me, there was only a warm smile and a happy hug.We shared a light peck right in front of Marissa, and then caught up on all the things that had been going on in our lives. We'd accidentally drifted apart. “Yeah, I can understand that. Well I ride the bus all the time, five days a week. It’s a little inconvenient but no parking hassles and no break downs.”“Man I can hear that. It was kind of strange, after I got through with my business walked around Times Sq for a while to see what had changed, and wonder if I hadn’t done that if maybe the car wouldn’t have broken down.” Said Sid in rather a guilty manor.“Nah, it would have broken down anyway.” Replied the man, “No use beating yourself up.