I look her into the BDSM room and had her handle some of the merchandise. People looked at her in her perfect dress and snickered and whispered. She b...gan to hang her head in shame. I walked up behind her, pressed my now hardening cock against her ass and asked Pam, "is your collar and leash in your purse as you have been trained?" "Yes Master she whispered" I told her to hold still while I took it out and put it on her.Pam said, "No Master, not hear, please" I grabbed her wrist firmly. Probably, she was, but since Matt never seemed very open to those possibilities, nothing ever came of it.So we return to Julie. One theme of my life, and our marriage, has been watching. We both like to watch, and we like being watched. We like our privacy, and overall we'd rather be just ourselves alone, but we've met any number of couples and singles who've proved attractive enough and interested enough that we've let them into our lives and into our bodies. And vice versa.My point is this: I. He had no trouble unhooking them; he obviously has done this before. Then his fingers and mouth were moving over her sensitive nipples.In her New York bedroom Judy had lowered her nightgown and she fondled her breasts in tandem with the imagined actions in the car. This is so lovely; I sometimes think I could come just from my own boobs. But she decided not to prolong it tonight with an experiment and just go for the sure thing In the car Dwyane tried to work his hand under her dress and. “Yes, Chef!” replied the hapless caterer.“WHAT YES CHEF?”“Fucking Yes, Chef?” came the warbled, nervous answer.“RIGHT! FUCKING 'FUCKING YES, CHEF!' WE'LL MAKE A FUCKING CHEF OF YOU YET!” turning round the room, he shouted “AND WHERE IS MY FUCKING PENCIL? AND ...” His eyes saw Mrs Sachs for the first time. “AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY FUCKING KITCHEN?”“Chef Bastard, I must … speak vit you at vonce.” she said, solemnly and quietly. “Eet is emportant! Somevhere preevat, perhaps?”Gordon's.