He had read my profile and know that i was bi and into bdsm. He was a "Daddy" who was into discipline and i was a "sub". A perfect match.A few chats a...d webcam inspections and it was decided that we would meet for a cup of coffee, nice neutral place, and see where that went. It went very well. He looked the part. Larger guy, glasses, balding, small beard, broad shoulders, dressed well in common business attire. Easy to see him as a father, husband, neighbor. Neither of us was ready to meet for. ‘Then let them watch’ she said with a sly smile on her face. ‘I thought you were into voyeurism’.I reached up to switch off the courtesy light.‘Leave it on’ Angela exclaimed ‘there’s no point if they can’t see’.This was new territory for me but I went back to caressing Angela’s tits and tried to ignore the faces at the window. Angela removed her jumper and bra completely and was lying there pushing her breasts together sexily while I licked at her nipples. She was really getting into this,. The Cunt will maintain its looks and body to its Master's standard."Rule fourteen: you will always maintain your looks and body to my standard," he said as he stepped to the side. "Do you understand my fuck pet?" Yes Master. The Cunt is to make itself look as pleasing as possible for its Master." I had only used rule thirteen a couple of times since being given the gift of my bells and permission to use them to get Master's attention. Rule twelve had become a particular favorite of mine, so. This time she turned sideways and held it up, appraising it. She looked over at him, this time making eye contact. He actually blushed. "Do you like slips?" she asked, smiling. Her full lips parted, showing nice white teeth. He put down the paper and replied, "Yes, I have always thought they were the quentessential feminine garment." She replied, "My mother wore them a lot and I came to love them as a c***d. Some of these are hers. She liked pretty slips and so do I. I know they are out.