Tim now wore a slim pair of low-rise black jeans with awide band of suede around the waist and a large white belt. Histop was a small, black cotton T...shirt with pink letters across thebreast that read, "American Born Hottie." Tim's hands were still on his face and he appeared to struggle withsomething that was no longer there. Still he could not seem tospeak. Beneath his frozen lips Ben could still hear the muffledcries for help but now the voice belonged to that of a girlscreaming in terror. Maybe they were sexually perverse but it's a pretty big stretch from playing master and slave to killing the slaves.As I moved around the studio I couldn't get my mind off the thing in my ass and because I thought about it, I also thought about Sam. I had no idea when he would be coming to see me but I anticipated it. As long as he didn't interfere with my life too much, we could manage the relationship such as it was.I definitely drew the line at moving into his house or becoming an assistant. It took but aminute or two to read the contents and recognise the subtle M&R creston the corner of the notepaper. Well now, he thought to himself. Thisis a turn up for the books. It seems our pretty little Rachel Matthewsis a far darker horse than I had anticipated, thought Paul as he neatlyfolded the paper and placed it on a bedside table. The game, hethought, has suddenly become a lot more interesting.----------------------------"Welcome girls to what is probably the most important class. As she reached to remove her collar, his hand caught hers and he told her to leave it, reaching himself to unsnap the leash which he then coiled up and put in his pocket. As she drove them to the bar, he reached under her skirt, playing with her already wet pussy. She felt him slide something inside her, and then it started vibrating almost silently. She squirmed as it made her pussy hotter and wetter. When they got to the bar and parked, he caught her and gave her a kiss, backing her up.