” Michelle pulled her skirt up to reveal her creamy thighs and the edges of her black lacy panties. I felt my cock stir in my chinos. “This will n...t do at all. Miss Simone, assume the position. Hands on the edge of my desk, bent over.” Almost to my surprise, Michelle did as I said, spreading her muscular legs and leaning against the desk. “I want you to see this, Cassie… pay close attention.” Cassie sat in her desk, her eyes wide, and nodded slowly. I reached up and grabbed Michelle’s skirt,. "Now who in the hell could that be," She wondered out loud."Hello?"The voice, strangely muffled on the other end, said only two words."Pink Lemonade."For a moment it seemed as though she'd drop the phone, but instead she sat on the edge of her bed and listened to what the voice had to tell her."I understand," was all she said and then hung up the phone.Standing up, she pulled off the pants she'd already put on and removed the harness, her cock springing outward from its confinement once again.. This of course is typical of Inward Bound. Breakfast was quite a while ago, our tummies will be reminding us that we should be having some sort of lunch, mean-while we are going to be surrounded by much more interesting food that is given to us and we are going to be kept from temptation and even from conversation by a muzzle. Able to serve others, but kept securely in our places.Once the muzzle is on, a belt goes around my waist and then she clips my wrists cuffs to it behind my back. I'm not. "The power's out," she explained leading him with the poise of a ballet dancer from the shadowy hallway toward the warm fireplace.In light cast by the fire, Melissa recognized the figure covered in melting snow and ice that formed puddles beneath his galoshes as the huge black man who greeted her in Church. He removed mitten-covered hands from the pockets of his dark blue ski jacket and appreciatively waved them above the genial flames.The uneasy feeling Reggie had given her in church returned,.