No sound escaped except a soft sigh. ?Does my pet have to go potty?? the Mistress cooed prettily to her dog. With a few barks, her dog defecated on ...he floor close to where the Mistress was standing on her ?rug?. ?Good girl, good girl!? the Mistress exclaimed. In a colder voice, she addressed her standing slave, ?You will accompany my lap dog to the door, open the door for your Better and she certainly is at this point, and close it quietly behind her. You will then slowly slide on your. . I don't even want to get into it right now!" I grunted in response. I threw my tie in the basket and then an idea entered my head. I looked over; she was putting folded clothes in the dresser. I picked up my tie and walked over to her. I put my hands at her waist, kissed her neck again, and started sliding my hands around until I found her hands. I grabbed hold of them with a firm grip and maneuvered them behind her back; I grabbed my tie and tied her hands together. Not to tight of a knot,. We try, oh-so-fucking-hard, to appear nonchalant. Like this was just a typical trip to the grocery store. But as we stood at the counter, paying for the new toys, my cock was hard and pressing tightly against my jeans. Your pussy was aching and wet and leaking juice into your panties. We walk out of the store and down the street.I pull you into the first alley we come to and press you against the rough brick wall. I kiss you fiercely, breathing hard into your mouth as my fingers run up and down. Then, scooting my pussy slit along his shaft so it could rub on my clitoris, trying furtively to slip it inside me, and whining when he stopped me in the last second before I got it. It was so frustrating! Then on a day when he could withstand my seductions no longer, I felt his love-pole enter me and gasping with the pleasure I bore down on his manhood. Our mouths met and our tongues tangled, our hands roamed and caressed, our breathing sped and deepened, our hearts were thundering, my.