She enjoyed the sensuous feel of the hot shower beating on her naked body. She felt alive—a pleasant awakening of arousal seemed to envelope her. As...the water poured down on her naked body, Yasmin felt the waters of her womanly Oasis start to tingle with that old familiar ache.I have the whole day free, she thought, feeling a sense of exhilaration. For a moment, she found herself thinking of her work as Associate Professor at the local college. No... ! This is my special day, Yasmin thought,. He slides back on the seat and helps her get on the four-wheeler. Since it's so warm out, my wife is wearing athletic shorts, panties, tank top and bra. Bill is in shorts and a t-shirt. As they take off into the woods, I see Bill resting his hands on my wife's thighs. I go back to the fire and grab another beer.As they get to the shack, Bill's hands are still on my wife's thighs and he's gently swirling his fingertips on her bare skin. They hop off the four-wheeler and Bill lets my wife into. I’d come to an epiphany, I sure as hell wasn’t going to announce to the gathered press we are married, but I wouldn’t deny it, and if Ali wanted to tell them I wouldn’t stop her.“Look, if you want to tell the world we are still married I won’t stop you,” I whispered to her.“Are you sure?”I nodded, and she smiled back at me.The rest of the early part of the evening went as I’d expected, with one notable exception. Our meal was counterpointed with music from the stage. During the coffee, there. "Yes Ma'am?" Martine reached out and grabbed a handful of Sonya's hair. "Follow me." Yelping,Sonya tried to stay close to Mistress Martine and her long strides. "OhMa'am, please, you are hurting me, please." Mistress Martine pulled out a kitchen chair and motioned to Sonya, "Sit." Obeying quickly, Sonya sat on the cold metal chair. Mistress Martine quicklyattached the metal bracelets on Sonya's wrists together and fastened them tothe low back of the kitchen chair. She then stooped down and did.