I was a good girl. He was sir. When he’d had enough of teasing me, he asked me to show him what I enjoyed, what made me feel good at night when no ...ne else could see. Not a show for him; he wanted to see my unadulterated pleasure.My fingers dipped between my legs to gently tease my folds, agonisingly slowly. I swept my fingers towards my entrance, slick with wetness, before teasing my aching clit. I shook slightly – our teasing had made me so, so close. I know I didn’t have to, but I. "Just forget I said anything..." Jon said. "It's not like it's cold, dark and lonely out here."Poor Jon, I thought for the second time in a day ... he has to drive all by himself in the frigid night air.Devnik resumed stroking my hair. "We still have quite a ways to go before we stop for the day my sweet. Would you like a book to read little one? Or perhaps I could unfold the other bench and you could take a nap?"I looked down at my feet ... which were encased in beautiful little white shoes."I. It needs to be intimate, sexy, and non threatening in ways that encourage couples to connect with each other. In addition, play bedrooms need to be available and the best set up we’ve seen was when those rooms were adjacent and as closely connected to the group room as possible. (Eva’s place was like that with four bedrooms connected to the party room.) Going outside some distance to out buildings tends to be intimidating and often kills the mood for new people. I’ve written about such a club. That stung more than any spanking ever could.But even the sharpest rock in the fastest river becomes smooth with time, and so it was with me. Fear of rebuke, desire for complements, a Pavlovian response that gradually eroded the rough edges of my former self.In time, I took her uniform, never questioning how fussy it was, how feminine it looked, how utterly impractical it seemed for a menial servant, designed more for visual appeal than hard work.With dwindling resistance, I performed the.