"If there's any sign you've tampered with this, or if the waxing techhas any complaint, you'll think of the last hour as a gentle blow job.Got it?" Ye..., Ma'am."She finished and produced a floral pleated micro-mini skirt from mytrunk, with pink tube top that covered only the breast area."Get dressed."I pulled on the tube top first."No, with the bra. I want you to have tits." But Ma'am, the top doesn't cover the bra. It'll show. And I've got allthis body hair." Well now, we're about to fix that. Violet smacked her again with the pillow. Trin smirked at her, an almost evil, catty smirk. Violet reared back with the pillow, but this time, Trin caught it. Trin moved like a cat and pounced her bodily, holding up a lot of her weight by her knees, but pinning her with what she did lay down. Violet looked at her and pursed her lips. Trin delicately licked them. ‘So do you like cookie?’ Trin asked. Violet nodded. Trin rolled off and curled under her arm, and Violet started to stroke her hair.. Then I glance over at a few of the men, who are all sitting very differently, too. One of the men is sitting cross legged between his mistress’ knees, his back straight against her shins, his eyes almost unseeing as he simply stares at the wall. He must’ve seen me looking at him, though, because he suddenly focuses on me and gives me a small, reassuring wink, making me smile a bit. Another one of the men is actually laying on the ground under his mistress’ feet, her feet planted lightly on his. I do not like to eat alone and asked him if I could join him. He smiled up at me and said of course. He was so sweet, smart, friendly and a true gentleman. But, my perceptions about that would soon change. We chatted about everything normal. At the end of the meal I told him I always came to this place on Wednesday nights because they had a fabulous pasta and salad bar offered on that night. We agreed to meet again the following Wednesday night. I said good night, paid the waiter and went.