She smiled at thethought that he had no idea what would befall him. To her, this was no game ? although she took great pleasure in it. As he triedto m...ke himself more comfortable, not taking his eyes off her, she removeda small attaché case from the tote bag, opened it and laid it besidehim. She then straddled him again, this time facing him, her crotch almostin his face. She smeared some ointment on her finger. ?This might hurt a little, so this will help. There should not be too muchblood,. .. real good.”“Yeah. I would have been happy to just have their practice session with the Maclean’s people on tape to release. It was that good ... after just three rehearsal passes,” Mr. Murphie replied to his sound engineer’s comment. We learned of this short conversation from my girlfriends, who were with them in the control room.With two complete recordings of Hell’s Bells on tape, Mr. Murphie said through our monitors, “I know you kids have retooled your vocals to reduce Mike’s. I scowled back, still onall fours. ?Call me Mistress,? she said out loud. Speaking on stage was anunspoken taboo, but once she broke I didn?t care either. People close to thestage could probably hear us. ?Fuck you,? I said holding my neck in one hand. There was anaudible smack as she whipped me right in the ass. I closed my eyes and gaspedout loud. Jesus, I thought that thing was for show. I hear catcalls from the crowd, followed by a ripple oflaughter. Turning red, I looked at the crowd for a. Sensual shadows and erotic curves entranced my mind. The perfume of cinnamon and nutmeg filled my senses. She moved slightly, her hands bound to the bed head, her face masked and gagged pressed to the down filled pillow. Her body curved as she knelt with her ass in the air, legs parted, cheeks firm and round. I could take my pick, and neared the edge of the bed, the height so well judged that my erect member so easily sought its goal. Her maid-servant, herself a well rounded and pretty young.