She moved on top of me; her hands found my chest muscles on either side and she continued. As she worked she spread my arms up and out toward the tall...dark columns that supported the upper frame of the bed at the corner. I willing let her move my arms as she desired; submission flooded over me. This woman was so dominate and I was intoxicated by her domination.A warm compress came over my forehead and eyes as she continued to duplicate the first time we were in this room. Now, I was back in the. If only there were a cup of water on the nightstand, but even the act of reaching for it would jolt their connection's tenuous tightwire. All moisture has been redirected to the crucible of her aperture, from where it flows like melted glass. Millimeters above, a fingertip glides with emollient ease aside the glossy pout, a stylus eager to alight and advance inward as pleasure's spin directs.She translates the sensations for him as best as she can despite the self-hypnosis they're causing,. She tends to concentrate on the Bar and it’s customers, the head trainer runs the kennels, he is in charge of the handlers, mostly guys, who run the place and ensure the customers are supplied with the dogs they want or request, at least as much as possible. They are the ones who care for the Bar dogs, rotating them so none are overworked. The bitches are also in their care.Although there are sixteen rooms behind the red door, there are only fourteen alpha dogs, so fourteen of us dog girls, we. Four inch high heels helped in this impression. Her naked arms were smooth looking, clear skin. Her fingernails tipped her fingers in a soft red.Peters could make out her eyes. They were blue, but somehow lacked a person behind them. She was mechanical in her motions, silky perhaps, but he could make out a slight jerkiness to her movements. She had high cheeks, a slender chiseled nose, and her lips were thin, but moist, as if begging for kisses.Peters looked at Jones, who appeared to be doing.