I beg for permission to go down on her and she won't let me and she thinks that bondage and leather are kinky and just for disgusting people." "Well, ...he's right!" exclaimed my sister in law. "I can't believe that you have these horrible fantasies and that you used my computer to pursue them". "Please don't tell Alley. I promise I'll never do it again, not on your computer or anyone else's. My days of dreaming of sexual slavery are over. I'm really sorry. Just please keep this between you and. Your story is looking very doubtful! My colleagues must be careful during next inspections. You are a potential lawbreaker. I can’t tolerate any such risk. You better go and give your application, instead to speak unnecessarily! Any objections?!! – The woman put her black leather gloved hand on the handle of her rubber stick. - No! No, Ma’am, no! – The man responded in urgent manner. - Good! Kneel! – Woman commanded. Man obeyed. She pointed at her boot covered with tick layer of. " She was gone for a about a minute or two and then Jake heard her at the door again."Alright, I'm coming in, cover up whatever you don't want me to see," and she came into the bathroom before he could even attempt to cover up."Oh..."she said upon seeing him naked,"erm, here's your, err, towel..."She put it on the chair while Jake tried to cover his dick, looking very uncomfortable. She didn't leave, however, and kept staring at his body, seemingly unable to stop herself, almost as if she was. I thought Jean may have wanted to ask about one of them.I had only been at the bar about five minutes when Jean arrived. She seemed somewhat overdressed for an afternoon drink. She was wearing a thin, light blue dress that was cut low enough in front to show off her ample cleavage. It’s skirt stopped just above the knees of her shapely legs. Her attire would have been more appropriate for an evening dinner date.As Jean sat down, I caught just a hint of her perfume. She looked and smelled.