He presses me into the wall again, sliding my hands above my head, his mouth against my neck. I try to point out that it is getting late, the sun is o...t, someone might walk in… What the hell, I give in to the realization that I want him to do this, the realization that I am beginning to like sex in public, the realization that Dave Brubeck and his Blue Rondo seems to be fueling us on. Alex presses into me again. I try to slide a hand down to touch the firmness I can feel under his jeans. He. “Guess you’re not the brightest bulb.”“It’s so I can fuck your sassy little mouth.” Master informed her. “But I always share my toys with friends.”With the ottoman flush against the footboard of the bed, it was the perfect stand-in for the bench to be used in her discipline. Megan’s feet were unfettered so she could lift her legs onto the furniture and sit cross-legged, then tied together with a strand of nylon rope, leaving her bare soles exposed and fixed in place. Master pulled two more. She helped ease him back to standing and assisted him out of the tub, making sure that he did not slip. An hour later, dried, primped, perfumed and thoroughly made up, Hank was left alone in the master bedroom suite in a chair. He had no idea what do with himself. The maid never said anything about what he was supposed to do and for the life of him, he could not figure out the next step. He had never been without a plan of any sort in his thirty-six years of life. Now, though, he was. “Good,” she says, leaning back against the counter.“I hate to say it, but your chairs in here are a bit uncomfortable,” Alan complains.“Is that your way of saying we need to go somewhere a bit more comfortable to get a bit more intimate?” she asks, raising her eyebrow up at him.“That’s what I’m here for, right?” he answers honestly.“The living room it is then,” she says, pushing off the edge of the counter and setting her glass down. No sooner are they in the room does a loud crash of thunder.