”“And what about the girl who stayed with you last night?” asked Francine hotly. “Are you going to be seeing a lot more of her too? Or are you...like other men who make a woman feel like she’s the most special one in the world, and then walk away like she’s something you used, but no longer need.”It was at that moment that Bob realized Francine was talking about Tiffany, rather than Judith. He felt relief wash through him. He could take the heat for having a relationship with Tiffany.. ” Then an image shot back into her head from somewhere these last few nights. It was another festive night as she went out with her friends, dressed up with masks and all and the drinks were flowing freely. With all the music, dancing and high temperature even at night, the intoxication of the alcohol came easily.While Katheryn, only wearing a white dress reaching to her knees, a string, open shoes and a butterfly mask, was dancing in the street with her friends, others partied with them as. I know he is there I can hear his breathing as he smokes his cigarette – he only smokes in the bedroom where he knows my heightened senses can smell the horrible acrid smoke – he does it because I hate it! Although I hate it I love because it meant he was still here. I moved a bit and felt the thong attached to the nipple clamps stretch taut and tug at my nipples. Even with him not touching me I felt the way I was being punished. I felt the hot wetness on my own desire dripping from between. Click two great shots, perfect exposure, why don't we use these for weddings, he thought to himself, but then we have to justify the cost of our service!Standing over her, and taking one of her ankles, he spread her legs wider click, click...another couple of shots, going back to the head of the bed, he untied the stocking which fastened her hands above her head, tenderly he kissed her neck and slid his tongue along her collar bone to the little dip above her breastbone, tasting the little.