Shot after shot their hands moved, higher up my legs, and higher up my chest. Until finally the guy behind me had his hands on my tits and the guy in ...ront of me had his hands almost all the way up my thighs.I didn’t know how much farther they would take things, how much farther I would go, but I soon found out. The guy behind me slipped his hands inside the top of my toga, his palms on my bare tits. As he started massaging them and tweaking my nipples, I let out a small moan. Everything else. After two more drinks were forced down her, I set my plan in motion.I put my hand on her knee nearest me and pushed up the hem of her little black dress. She put a hand over mine trying to stop me, but I forced the dress all the way up her thighs while at the same time kissing her with a deep French kiss. This action got the attention of several men at the bar we were facing, as I had planned. Moni was trying to resist when I reminded her that she must obey my commands. She said: “I didn’t. Steve was an expert with the strap, his favorite. Never over the kidneys, never any place that would show, always a fixed number of blows, and usually repeated in the same spot enough times to cause a bruise if the first blow wasn’t hard enough already. He was careful, too, about always allowing a few weeks’ time for her body to heal entirely before starting the show all over. Having secured the camera in its mount, Steve shifted the tripod around, peering at the viewer until he had the exact. I had met with him twice, while doing work for him.He had liked my art, so had made a trip east to meet me. Normally, he was something of a recluse, and avoided people if he could. He had given me his phone number. He had asked me to call him anytime I felt the need of a friendly ear.Well, if ever I needed 'a friendly ear', it was now. I went to my phone desk. I found my address and number book, for contacts. I looked up his number. Picking up the phone, I dialed his it."Hello?" a loud and.