.So I masturbated. Not one of my proudest moments, but given thecircumstances, I thought it was acceptable.So, by now it had been over two hours. Just...as I was beginning topanic, the phone rang again."I see that you are all dressed," Becca said. "Good. Now, under thesink in the kitchen there is a box. It contains your presents. Openit."I did as I was told and opened the box. Inside was a collection ofsteel and torture devices."Now, first of all," Becca continued, "take out the leather straps. " Yes, My Lady. I'll be close-by." Well, what did you think? Isn't he a marvelous looking young man.And you see, he is honest. Oh, I just wish I could marry him." It's bad enough contemplating a relationship with the hired help, much less marriage. And he is, as you mentioned, a certified rapist and pervert." I never really said pervert, my dear, but I'm so inexperienced at this sort of thing that I don't know what it is that he is supposed to be doing to me. Please sit with me and have some. There was no nervous hesitation, no tentative brushing of lips, or even longing glances into one another's eyes. We simply dove into one another's kiss without so much as a deep breath.My right arm curled around the back of Asha's neck and my hand buried itself in her soft, luxurious hair. My other hand rested on her hip. Her hands came up under my arms and pulled at my shoulders, pulling me closer to her. Soon, we were in a fierce embrace. The heat from her body was blazing in its intensity,. I was reading, but the written words surrounding me, both wise and beautiful, are ignored. My nose is all but pressed up against the computer screen as I read erotica. I’m dressed in a mid-length frilly summer skirt and a see through blouse. My modesty is kept by my new, also see through, black lace camisole. The two together hint and entice but they do not show anything to random eyes unless they look long and hard. The only thing between the light fabric of my skirt and my bare skin is my.