“I don’t wear dresses to work.”“Why, you look damn good. I bet you look really good in a dress or a skirt.”“My dress might blow up in the ...ind, down here on the river there’s always a breeze.” She blushed, and grinned this time. I knew what it was she wanted to tell me now; I’d just let her tell it, I wasn’t going to ask.“Yeah, I noticed the breeze, it feels good to me.”I heard the bells on the door, and looked to see two women come in. They went to the back, and got come sealed packs of. " "Yes, Master."Moving to the stereo and turning on what ever was last played I turned and faced Master. Moving just a bit with the music I started with my top, crossing my arms in front of me and pulling up the hem to reveal my black satin bra and my collar that simply stated submissive for the Masters eyes. I could see that so far he liked what he was viewing and I just hoped that he liked what was yet to come. I saw that once he saw the collar he knew that I was not just for show that I. You figure it also does make her look a little bit like….a girl who’s interested in the “fairer” sex, she always seemed to be taking them out more often than hanging with any guys. Her was of course as well managed as the rest of her, she kept herself nicely in shape and her muscles toned, not overly buff, but enough that she could hold you in a headlock if she wanted to….and she did. Not as voluptuous as her mother but a fine set of C-cup breasts...of course you may have seen a bra or two of. You are in Karada bondage. Rope does not squeeze your breasts, merely surrounds them – emphasize them. It entwines your shoulders, chest, stomach going down to your crotch – teasing your pussy and asshole. Rope deliciously irritate your skin. Your hands are tied behind your back. Around your neck, is cold steel thick prisoner collar with d-rings, closed with heavy steel padlock. Heavy steel chain is attached to collar.Currently you stand bend forward, furiously sucking cunt of a woman who sits.