He shookout the lashes and snapped it a few times over his head. The men at thefeast began to strike their shoulders in appreciation."Play!" he yelled...to the musicians. The music stared and Master's whipstruck me on the thigh. I yelped and moved sensuously to the side, myarms above my head moving slowly. I continued to move, keeping my eyeson Master's whip hand. He noticed my look and struck me again, thistime on the stomach. I closed my eyes for a moment, tears welling up inthem as I. With these preparations made, I pick up a small bag and join you in the kitchen. I drop the bag at the end of the counter and you look at it suspiciously. You have fixed a light meal which we share in front of the fireplace, sipping wine, talking quietly. The scent of the incense has now filled the room with a warm musky smell, very sensual, an essence we frequently use during lovemaking. You smile at me from across the couch as you slowly begin to realize what pleasure lays ahead. We sip our. I knew my nipples were very much on display, but I also knew the bar would not be as brightly lit as the light in our bedroom. If someone wanted stare as much as would be required to actually see my nipples, then I guess they would see them. I was actually quite proud of my appearance. My legs were very shapely. My hips and butt had just the right amount of curve. My stomach was flat and waist was narrow. My 34 C breasts were full and round. Yes I was pleased and as I was about to down the last. Or you finish with me. It's like revolutionary warfare--there's room for both soft embrace and pounding one into the ground. After all, remember all the firebases at Dien Bien Phu had charming French female names." She looked sad for a moment. "Don't want to break the mood, but I'm thinking, briefly of some very fine women that either didn't survive Dien Bien Phu, or were scarred by it. That I may think the French Republic is full of fools at the top doesn't mean that the nation cannot produce.