Soon, she erupted in a powerful orgasm, trying to stifle her sounds because, after all, we were in her back yard and there were neighbors. I could fee... her vagina spasm as her climax came. She gradually relaxed and returned to an all-fours position. She lay with her chest down on mine, relaxed, breasts flattened against my chest, my hard throbbing cock still filling her up. She lay quietly a couple minutes before moving again. I stayed still except to flex my Kegel muscle a couple of times,. "Finally, she brought her eyes to Erik. Her appraising eyes raked over him from head to toe. She smirked naughtily."Monsieur Destler, I do believe your trousers appear over-burdened. I am not causing you any undue distress, am I?"Her voice turned low and velvety smooth, almost a purr that caused the hairs to stand up on the back of Erik's neck. Running her tongue along her bottom lip, Christine's hand darted out. Before Erik could give voice to his protest, her deft fingers dipped to the. The waiter set the cup down, made a brief apology, and then walked off. After a moment she took a sip and put the cup back down, evidently satisfied that this was now the right flavour of coffee. I had to get back to the office but as I left the café and for the rest of that day, the image of this beautiful woman stayed in my mind. I don’t know why I noticed her voice, quiet though it was, over the general din of the café that day but I am either romantic or cynical enough to believe in fate. . “Madam... have m-mercy... I... I beseech you. M-My arms... a-are being pulled... from their s-sockets.” The woman was swinging in her chains about a foot off the ground. Venetia regarded her callously, wondering how many times she had chained up a slave similarly. She motioned to a nearby Overseer. “Attach a twenty-pound weight to her ankles,” she instructed. “Then perhaps her arms WILL leave their sockets.” She leaned towards the woman. “You do not call me ‘Madam’,” she rasped. “You address me.