But they could sense the undercurrent that was making the evening even more romantic. Once they finished eating, Jason offered his hand and asked, �...Shall we?’ ‘Yes, of course.’ Stella loved to dance with Jason. They never danced. They only swayed to the music. But being in Jason’s arms was the only thing that Stella wanted to do. ‘You know the dress look so beautiful on you. You look beautiful and hot. I just can’t take my hands off you. Throughout the dinner, I wanted to drag you to the bed. This is one job that I always do properly as they spend a lot of time in these rooms and tend to look for faults and I don't want any more 'discipline' or 'correction' or 'punishment' or whatever fancy title that she puts on 'pain' than is absolutely necessary. My backside is so sore sometimes that I find pulling my knickers up even makes me cry involuntarily. I live in dread of that cane hanging on the back of the kitchen door, God how it hurts and she knows just how to use it with the desired. “I take it that this is some of Reggie’s work?" I asked.She nodded and muttered, “yes.” “Good man,” I replied as I lowered my face to her pussy.I started a slow, soft licking of her clit (which was also swollen). It didn’t take long before she was cumming. She clutched at the sofa cushions and my head as she grunted and groaned her way through an orgasm.As she went limp, I moved up to sit next to her. We both had a sip of wine and she said, ‘Let me do something nice for you now.”She unbuckled. My guys were pretending to take photos of the game as well as snaps of him and his friends. Then Miss Lyndsey and the guy both disappeared into the clubhouse after the game. My guys got together and were preparing to give me a positive report on the guy, when out of nowhere their heads were banged together and they were out of it for a few seconds. By the time they got to their senses, their cameras had the memory cards removed. Nothing damaged, just the cards taken, along with a spare they.