And yet those fires made her wetter than she'd ever been in her entire life. She was drenching the chastity even now, and her nipples were hard as peb...les, as she thought of her Master out with..."her"! How they are enjoying some nice food, a nice meal in a fine dining establishment, on money that she worked hard for. Laughing, chatting, probably flirting and touching each other's hands, other people looking at them, and thinking "what a nice couple". She wondered if they might run into anyone. They were in town for a bachelor party, and were already drunk. It didn’t take them long to come up to my friend and I and start talking to us. We flirted a bit, and then when they wanted to go back to their room, we pointed them to our husbands. The Best Man went and talked to our husbands, and after a short discussion, my husband looked at me and gave me a nod. My friend and I got up and held hands and went to the elevators. The best man told us that he had deiced to cancel the stripper for. Well, Donovan trusted Laci, too. He confided in her all the time and often sought her advice about business. She was a great listener, had a way of seeing what he missed, was smart, looked at things with an entirely different perspective. He relied on her, had trusted her judgment many times and never regretted it so he supposed it was understandable Trent would feel the same way. The calls were bad enough but there were also the visits. Trent had made two films at one of the old plantations on. I took her jacket and threw it inside the car and gave a small slap on her right butt and said, let’s go. The frightened look on her face was worth watching. She was walking slowly, contemplating what will happen to her, once she enters the flat ! She’s wrong ! I want some fun, even before entering the flat.Me: Doll, roll your t-shirt up to your boobs. It should look like a bra. And jeans one inch down.Megi: Sir, please sir spare meMe: I calmly said, 5 slaps …She silently rolled her t-shirt up.