Goddess of Ice..." That's better...", Nancy said, standing back and smiling."Please... please don't whip me anymore, Na... Mistress Nancy, Goddess of ...ce..." Why shouldn't I, SLAVE???" I... I've... changed... since I got here... I... I'm sorry for everything that happened... Mistress Nancy, Goddess of Ice..." Prove it to me, SLAVE Tonya!" How... how do you want me to... prove it... Mistress Nancy, Goddess of Ice?" To start with, take my right boot off, SLAVE Tonya..."The leather boots that. We fantasized about many things while making love. One story though, kept repeating itself in theme but with different settings. I slowly figured out Bob was a voyeur and wanted to watch me with another man or woman. He didn't care which or even if he joined in. We played that he hid in the closet and watched me and another man. When I joined in with these fantasies, his passion was untiring. The more we talked about it, the more excited I became to act out our thoughts for real. I consented to. I dried off the best I could, went down the hall to ask if he had another towel. Jim said they were in the drier. Now here I am naked and still damp. Jim said go ahead and sit they'll be out in a few minutes, and handed me an other beer. I had a nice buzz when Jim walked up behind me and rubbed my back, I jumped up but he said to relax. He massaged my shoulders and said to come over to the couch and lay down. I thought this was getting weard, but I went to the couch and lay down. He offered me. We got back home and into the lounge, Sasha was now barefoot and had lovely feet with deep pink painted toenails, so sweet. I slipped off my vest and sat in my chair waiting for the show to start as Sasha stood in front of me limbering up. Her tiny little bee stings looked lost in her oversized bikini top and when she bent at the right angle it gave me a quick glimpse of nipple. She stood straight up and was doing breathing exercises which gave me a few minutes to take in the full beauty of her.