He was!"Jerk," I said as I walked past him to my room.He just smiled at me.I held my head high, trying to convey that I was annoyed with him and the s...me time that it hadn't bothered me. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked down to the end of the hall were my bedroom was. I felt the desire to turn around, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Just as I entered my room, my resolve broke. I turned around and he wasn't there. Weird.I went into my room and closed my door behind me. I. Bondage? Pegging? Perhaps some other kinky role play. In the bedroom she told me that her surprise would "take some time to prepare and that I should get naked and lie on the bed... but first, put these on." She handed over four cuffs and a blindfold. She only smiled at my quizzical look. Then walked toward the closet and slipped off her work clothes, bra and panties and shimmied on a pair of tight short shorts and a very form-fitting tank top. She looked absolutely slutty and stunning all at. “Right, let us get this task over with.”I tapped Fiona’s bottom and delivered the first stroke. Fiona gasped and stamped one foot and then the other, and to give her full credit, she pushed her bottom out for the second stroke.“One, sir,” said a rather breathless sounding Pippa; she had come closer to get a better look.I delivered the second stroke with a similar reaction from both Fiona and Pippa; after the third, I told Fiona she was doing well and that she was halfway there.I continued the. I asked for a French manicure style pedicure. It was thefirst time a guy had given me the pedicure - before, it had always beenthe old woman. Was it my imagination or did he rub the lotion into mycalves longer, deeper, and higher than the woman had done previously. Ienjoyed the attention and smiled down at him. When my pedicure was done, Imoved over to the nail station. I sat down for the manicure. A youngergirl in her twenties was going to do it. I asked for acrylic nails andsaid make them.