It should have been easy for me to seethe core of my unease, and to distil my desires into a simplestatement.But my mind clutched. I didn't have the r...ght to demand anything fromMaurice. He was in control. My owner should have just told me what to doand made sure my needs were met to the extend I deserved."Please..." I whispered. "Tell me what I have to do, so you'd reward meagain..." Again?"My gaze fell, and I muttered: "With your touch."Maurice smirked. "So, you got past pretending. That. Paul instructed us to wait whilst he went to the bedroom momentarily and came back with a medium size paper bag - from the 'special' shopping trip, I suspected. He handed Mike a black velvet box the size of his palm which Mike opened curiously. Inside were two peg like vices with thin chains draped from one to the other. Mike seemed to recognise the items and came to attach the nipple clamps with perhaps a little too much enthusiasm. The fact that not only was Mike staying, but that he was. His hands came to her lower back and he gently pulled her downward until they touched. One slight movement of her hips put them perfectly into position. Gently, firmly, she moved downward consuming the man she loved. There was no question he was exhausted, but there was also no question he needed her badly. She tried to do everything, to let him lie still, until his hands came up around her shoulders to move her to his lips. It was an hour of gentle, quiet, amazing love. Sarah was so gentle. It wasn't too bad, but it was him dressed as a girl.He picked up the bag of his clothes and opened the door. Alex peekedaround the corner and satisfied nobody else, especially Nichole's mother,was around he quickly crossed the hall back to Nichole's room."I was beginning to think you weren't coming back," Nichole told him."You actually look fairly cute. I was afraid you'd have real hairy legsor something, or did you shave them?" No," Alex objected, "I'm just not very hairy. Frankly, I was kinda.