I did not want to think about the condition of the center stroke. The welts on Christine’s ass were bad enough. Jason was not going to ask, but I ha... no trouble telling him. ‘Christine wanted to give me a wedding gift. I did my best to ensure it was a good one. You may be assured that the bondage subculture of New York is buzzing about it. Mistress Cynthia is getting entirely too much attention, which is why I am closing this studio today, rather than after my honeymoon.’ I turned to my. I wanted badly to close my legs, knowing that I was so vulnerable and visible to everyone. The bed creaked, someone was getting onto it. Then his voice was in the room, the dominating voice that had affected me so strongly on the phone."It's so good to finally meet you, Eddie." My face was burning, and I couldn't utter a word. "I see you're all trussed up and ready, just the way I wanted to see you for the first time." He was walking around me, and I could almost feel his eyes studying me.. It was a warm evening so Linda put her cape on the back seat of the car, the place where the dance was being held was only a few miles away, as the crow flies that is. Having to go by road made the distance eight miles, but we had time enough for me not to have to rush."How do I look?" Linda asked as I pulled into the car park of the hall."Delectable." I grinned, "Pretty as a picture." What, a Picasso?" She smiled."No, the Mona Lisa." I replied meaning what I said."Are you this smooth with your. You may be taller than me but I'll tear you apart if you don't quit fucking with me. I ought to beat you to a pulp anyway for what you did. The man backed away a step and watched Roger as he finished taking the ring from Cynthia. He looked at her and her new fellow and said, "I knew when I first saw you that no sane man should get involved with you but I just couldn't help myself. I guess I got what I deserved."Roger turned and slowly walked back to the parking garage and his car. All the way.