He leaned over her body, taking her hands and pushing them together. He took the rope from his robe and wrapped them around her wrists, not too tight,...but enough to hold her in place. Carefully he tied the ends of the rope around the post of the bed. He could feel her breath upon his chest as he leaned over her, felt its warmth against his skin. Again, he had to contain his desire for her and continue with the punishment. He returned to his position astride her torso. He marveled at her beauty,. It's something he's been doing awhile now, probably three or four years. We both get very excited about going to our local department store to hunt for new additions to Allen's wardrobe. Last night we had one such shopping trip and we both had a luscious time."Grab a buggy," said Allen when we entered the store. "I plan to load up tonight." I bet you do," I said and winked at Allen. Allen is six feet tall and built rock solid from head to toe. His skin is tanned deep brown from hours spent. . thinking that I almost turned down your offer to come here and recuperate. I don't know why --" she broke off and looked away from him, but her hand slipped into his again and pressed."I understand," he said, folding his arms around her again, and letting her hair wisp against his lips as he murmured. "I do. I've been there ... to survive the horrible day-to-day -- yes, I do know, l--" he stopped, just short of saying what he had dreamed, afraid, of saying. He felt her cheek pressed against. Master was seated in one of the booths and had ordered drinks, a margarita for her, a Jameson for himself. They sat there sipping their drinks and talking about the show. When they were nearly done with their drinks, the cocktail waitress came by and Master ordered another round. The waitress wore an interpretation of a Roman toga. The white flowing material didn't cover much. One shoulder was bare and it had a very low neckline accenting the young woman's ample tits. The hemline was very.