She stared at my breasts for a few moments and sipped her wine. "Now your jeans please." Oh my god I thought, I'm wearing a thong. What will she think...of her c***d's teacher… "As I pulled my jeans past my ankles and off she moaned softly "Mmmmm, I love your thong." I stood before her, waiting for her next order. It took some time, she again gazed at me sipping her wine.She set her wine glass down and came to me. She put her hands on my hips and we kissed again. Soft, sweet full kisses, at first. That vision alone makes me want to tear my passport from her smooth unblemished skin and return to my life: my once wholesome life too.??Only I know I will not do that.?My?thoughts?and 'decisions' are a secondary?predictor of?my behaviour since My Master took ownership and His game begun.?I replay his final voicemail instructions for today whilst?I curse myself for exposing my mind to the auditory stimulation of My Master's voice,?knowing its effect on cunt will last much longer than the. .” “Thank you Mr. Boulton I will dress in a very sexy ball gown for you.” “No, thank You Suzy, we still have some time before we must change and leave though, is there anything You'd like to do...?” As his hand started moving slowly up and down the cleft of Her quite delectable bottom. She was blushing when She said; “Yes in this position I would like you inside me, Sir…” “Suzy, I’m more than happy to oblige You, but if I do so now Your treat later might not be as. Picking up his suitcase he carefully crept out of house and left by the back door. Walking down the street to a local grocery store, he called for a taxi. Hopefully, his parents would both leave for work and, since it was a school holiday, would not bother to wake him. With luck, his absence would not be discovered until late today.Ken, afraid of nodding off, stood up to stretch his legs, wincing as his pinched toes complained. 2" heels, he had reasoned, no problem! But his feet were now in.