Love,hHe smiles to himself; she knows him almost too well. He has, in fact, been planning something, but it would unfortunately have to wait. The phot...graphs, though . . . he is pleasantly surprised to receive them, knowing full well how much she despises being the subject of any picture. Photograph #1A close-up view of her bound breasts, rubber bands of various sizes and colours criss-crossing. Her already-generous breasts appear even larger, swollen by the constriction of the bands. The. She just stood there and stared. Finally a faint smile came to her face as she hung her purse on the hook by the door and then shut and locked it behind her.She approached him and slowly circled him like a general inspecting his troops. Connie could detect the trace of a thong under the tight dress he was wearing and that told her that he wasn't wearing pantyhose. He had donned a pair of her thigh nigh nylons and his legs looked perfect under the sheer black film."Not bad," she said to. Lana knelt on a padded bench, her feet slightly apart; her huge round ass cheeks ready to dominate the male who would then be whipped to absolute submission. Elaine loved to watch Lana whip males; she also loved the way she ensured they were left in no doubt that they would be whipped, they would know pain, and they would give her whatever she wanted. Elaine often brought the more 'difficult' of her male clients here; hard-nosed businessmen and people with jobs high up in the public sector,. Women do that a lot. Get used to it. We can be fickle that way, even bottomless Ironborn warrior queens like me.“But, yes, we can make good use out of my brother. We can even include him in your intimacies with your wife and salt wives. What do you say to that, milord? You saved my life. You are my hero, Darren. I can never forget that fact. Ever,” Yara laughed as she pulled Darren close for a steamy tongue kiss.“Lovers, then, my Queen? Forever?” Darren held her close, his hands on her bare.