”I had no intention of doing that, I had absolutely loved what had just happened. I was actually a little disappointed with myself for even thinking...to clean the spunk off. I was now more worried about the bits that had dripped onto my silk blouse, I would have to ask them for the dry cleaning bill. I strutted to the bar, walking as slowly as possible to let anyone who wanted to look see me with the spunk over my face. When I got there I purposely went in between two guys so that I would have. They joked that she was gonna pay for taking the golf cart back. But as funny as it was they both got a tingle in their sweatpants at the thought of it. As the walked in the door, they saw Nadine dressed in some very sexy red lingerie, and had already put a collar on her own neck. “Off the furniture, bitch.” Stacey walked right past her to the kitchen to make something to eat. Stacey went into Natasha's bedroom to retrieve a blindfold and a ball gag, and some wrist cuffs that could be. He positioned it so that the "ears" were lying directly on her clit. "Close your eyes for just a moment," he told her. She did as heinstructed and sealed her lids shut. She felt his hands on her breasts and nipples. Suddenly she felt somethingpinch her nipple tightly. Her body convulsed and she almost came again. Herepeated the process on her other nipple. "Open your eyes." Looking down she saw her nipples clamped and connected by a bit of silverchain. She smiled as she writhed on the bed. Are you certain that it was me you saw painting in that meadow?" I'm not certain, but I really thought you were the same painter. You wouldn't remember me because I was just out taking a walk, and happened upon that meadow by chance. I didn't want to disturb an artist's concentration, so I left without announcing my presence, or disturbing her. The reason I asked about the painting is that I bought that house, and I've had it completely restored. I would have liked a picture painted of the time.