You saw how they reacted to you, downstairs. You’re an insatiable slut with a cruel streak.” “Am not,” she protested, “I’m a pussy-cat.”...“With very sharp claws.” He locked eyes with her. “D’you want proof?” Reynard grasped Seren’s hand and hauled her off the bed. He led her across the room, grabbing candelabra from the mantelpiece on the way. On the far wall was a painting and this was what he wanted Seren to see. “Look,” he said, holding up the candles, illuminating the guilt-framed canvas.. He figured that she would have put on her old sweat clothes like she normally does when she worked out. However, her husband liked whatever outfit his wife wore but he considered skimpier the better. Maurice's wife had a great figure but it seemed like she never displayed her charms enough to his satisfaction. His friends thought the same thing.Maurice hadn't made love to his beautiful blonde wife in several weeks but Miriam was the aggressor in bed that night. Normally she just laid there and. Tight. As this happened, something was put round her neck. A collar? It felt heavy at the front. She realized why, as the chain was let go, and fell down in front of her, its cold steel links touching her body from neck to waist. then she felt her arms being pulled. She couldn’t make out what was happening. "Oh God", then she thought, as she realized, her arms were being pulled over her head. She couldn't move. her arms were obviously tied to something on the ceiling. She felt unsteady,. We had, as I’d expected a wonderful dinner. I watched the men in the restaurant staring at Michelle, and I watched her watching back. She enjoyed the attention, it was clear, and I enjoyed seeing her so openly admired. There was one couple near us who both looked at her pretty openly, and neither seemed displeased by her appearance. I noticed the lady head to the Ladies’ Room and was somewhat surprised when Michelle excused herself. She was gone for several minutes and I was just starting.