.1605. She was there. Lizzy stood there, outside the hotel room, second guessing everything she said she wanted up until this point. But there was a p...rt of her that would not let her back down. It was the part of her that was making her pussy so wet that her panties were soaking through. Her hand shook as she knocked weakly on the door.A tall man opened the door. He had dirty blond hair and blue eyes, and was dressed in a button down with jeans. "Come on in, Lizzy," he said, moving to the side. We talk and catch up and soon herattention is drawn to my leather-clad slave.Sage says, "What a wonderful vision she is, I would love to cane her veryround behind."I tell her that she is welcome to take her and enjoy her just make sureshe returns her in one piece, she agrees and hand Sage the leash and herkeys. I watch them as they make there way to the dungeon. I mingle withsome friends and after a bit I find my way to where slave-a is and forthe first time I get to watch her be played with by. In one case, I’m afraid someone would raise some ethical issues that would result in losing my job as a teacher because somebody ‘out there’ would see me as a poor role model. In the other case, I thought I’d keep my parents in the dark about what Trent and I are doing until we were both full-fledged members. In their case, we did rave about the TV show and how much we liked everything we heard going on and philosophically. We’re trying to soften them up.”A microsecond later, Misty asked, “What. As we kissed she rubbed her crotch gently back and forth across mine, arousing me greatly. My hands slid under her shirt once more, caressing her bare back, finally working around to her front. However this time, when they slid under her bra she winced as if in pain."What's the matter?" I asked, instantly withdrawing my hand, bothered by the thought I might have hurt her."It's nothing," she told me dismissively. "They're just a little sore." Sore?" I asked, remembering uncomfortably what that.