The stringent bondage had gone beyond uncomfortable and was painful. I was going to do whatever it took to get untied. My tongue caressed the leather....A slightly dusty taste invaded my mouth as I cleaned the unseen grim from city streets off the shoe. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was bound lying helplessly at the feet of an incredibly dominant woman, debasing myself, and hoping to please her enough so that she would allow me to go down on her. It thrilled me.I struggled to reach. Finishing his look though would be a bold scarlet red lip, as the ultra-highshine gloss jumped off his face like a blinding light shined in your eyes.With his lips over lined in a sweetheart shape to look plump and large,every stray eye would at least take a glance at the audacious lip color.You would think that a woman in jeans with short hair would garnish muchless attention than the hot friend she was with in high heels, a short dressand a head full of curls, but very quickly he realized. " Serves him bloody right." My thoughts exactly darling." It was four days later when I stepped off the plane into the searing heat of a Spanish summer, I was getting quite used to the heat after Jamaica and I thought how nice it would be to live in Spain where everything and everybody was so much more relaxed, Manana would do."Wow, you look fabulous!" Thomas said as we kissed and hugged each other warmly. "Jamaica must have been hot." It was," I laughed. "In more ways than one." Been making up. It had always been in his own frustrated, pumping hand, usually while kneelingon a floor, sometimes while sodomized, or orally pleasing a male friend ofCeleste's. God, wouldn't it be nice?Teddy had always been of a hopeful nature! Whack! ?Oh, please, Miss Celeste!? Whack! Ted gritted his teeeth, as his hardcock pressed against Celeste's tight jeans. Having just been seductively teased,it was stiff, but with the distraction of the slamming paddle, it was flaggingonce more. WHACK WHACK WHACK! The.