Her eyes moved like an independent organism with joy, laughter, anger, amazement, and despair. I hadn't seen a face so vivd and epressive in ages, and...I enjoyed watching it live and moved.“Do you mean it?”she asked.I nodded, still nibbling on my fries.She put her dark glasses on and looked at me from behind them.“You're not lying, are you?”“Trust me you could tell if I was lying to you.”“Cute.”“So tell me, why do you were suck dark glasses?”“I felt defenseless when my hair got short all of a. Jack was forty five and twice divorced but whatever failings he had in marriage he made up for it when it came to BDSM. A string of women were regular visitors to his home to experience his domination abilities. He was popular in local circles and well known for his ability to guide his Submissives through their sexual boundaries and into new and fulfilling adventures. Jack enjoyed training them. He knew that this was Abi’s first time; he knew that she was nervous; he knew that she would be. “Here goes, ready?”He nodded and yelped an affirmative squeak as he sensed her tense her strength behind his haunches. Belinda drew her hand back an inch or so, letting his ring piece flex round her knuckles. She dabbed a glob of baby oil into the funnelling hole and then with an immense shove she pressured the whole of her fist into his fundament. She whooped in delight, echoing her brother’s groan of ecstasy and her mother’s grin and chuckle of satisfaction. Belinda stayed still for some time. She was wearing ankle length breeches, a blouse, and a short jacket. The shirt was of the light white material that servants had available in the castle, the breeches and jacket were of the charcoal denim that I had bought her, I 3was struck again that she was such an excellent seamstress. The breeches fit her like they had been tailored by one of the finest tailors in capitol city. She stood before me, and turned slowly showing off her efforts."Sir. I want to thank you again, for this.