As black girls went, she was fairly black. Dark skin. Wonderful lips.Keisha sat out the crackers-and-cheese tray I had prepared. She let thebrie breat...e. She opened the wine.She put her arms around me. "Come here, sugar cube," she said. Sheleaned down and kissed me, hard, her full lips smothering mine. Ilooked into her eyes and felt my heart swell. "Sugar cube?" I asked."White and sweet," she laughed. She kissed me again. "I almost said"marshmallow."'"Ugh," I said."You can call me "fudge," she. " You didn’t by any chance deliberately pour the water over him," Margaret suggested, almost certain as to what the answer would be."No, much as I would have liked to had I thought of it, I didn’t but I didn’t do much to prevent him grabbing the pan either. It sort of just happened. He passed out and lay on the floor. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t phone. As you know he only has his mobile now so we can’t phone for help and using that tiny thing with hands tied in almost impossible. I had. You look amazing sitting there waiting to serve my every whim, but still you are missing something...... I go to my bag and pull out your new collar and leash and place it firmly around your neck leaning in so close you can feel my warm breath on your lips but you not close enough to touch so you lunge forward dying to get a taste of my skin only to be pulled back hard by the leash. "This is your one and only warning." I tell you as I yank hard on the leash to pull you to your hands and. Eventually she simply slipped one leg beneath her and sat angled towardsme, raising and lowering her leg and flexing her toes making the rubberslap her sole as she twirled her foot. She grinned throughout, knowingthat she was driving me wild somehow and worse, distracting me.Ten minutes quickly passed, and then another ten and I was still astightly bound as when I had started struggling. Christy laughed, finallyuncoiling and strolling up to me. She stood towering - sort of - beforeme, hands on.