Like most condos in Florida, it had an open floor plan and from the kitchen I could look over the counter and see the living room, the dining room and...out the big glass doors to the pool area.The common area by the pool was virtually deserted so it was easy to notice Andrew coming toward the big glass doors that led into the condo. When he entered the living area I could not help but notice he was not steady on his feet.He saw me standing behind the counter and smiled saying, “Where’s the. Then someone recognized her. Shit. Sean's catalog had gone out in the Monday mail. I had not expected it to be delivered Tuesday, but there it was—Mistress Cynthia, in panties, bra and heels and a bound and gagged man hanging on the wall. The page even identified her by name. Shit a broomstick. Sheila bailed me out by playing to the crowd.I have been told that, as a mistress, I lack patience. Schwartz proved everyone right. Where I would have gone straight to physicality, Sheila milked it for. Trevor had a good job, we would now say it was a pioneering job in I.T, and He worked from home for one of the bigger companies, so money was not a problem.The ladies reappeared in housecoats and I suspected little else, both wore cuffs in leather with the obligatory D rings, a glance at their ankles revealed a second pair of cuffs snugly fitted to each leg.Joe ushered them into the dungeon then Trevor and I followed each taking a seat in an armchair. The spotlights gave the whole room an. Anyway back to the two drunks; they were mentioning the biker bitch's new tat. They described it as a guy with a lawnmower cutting a chunk out of her pubic hair. It was coming from the right to the left. I knew that Naomi had a nice arrowhead-shaped nest down below, but I had never seen that tat before, but believe you me I was going to be looking for it when we got home. We were about twenty-five miles from England, AR, over by the Clinton National Airport where we had stopped in to wet our.
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