Eager, he took another breath.The small bedroom grew muggy with the heat of two bodies together. The tailor’s wife kissed her way down her husband�...s bare chest, her generous lips sending sparks through him and kindling a fire that he thought he’d long since put out.The truth was, the tailor HAD thought about such things on nights when he lay in bed without sleeping. That’s why he’d sent his wife to keep in the spare room, and spared himself that temptation. Whenever sinful thoughts crossed his. After theyve gone you lean over and whisper "come to my room when your finished you naughty boy" you pick upp your wine wink and walk out very elegantly.I finish my shift and decide to come upto you room I knock and after a minute you open the door you pull me in and kiss me on the lips I kiss you back you take my hand and lead me to the desk chair you push me into the chair you rub me through my tousers and you can feel me getting hard. "you see your are a naughty boy what am i going to do to. . no one as qualified as you...reluctant to choose someone based solely on gender..." Could it be?" he blinked. "Is this my company's doing?"Andrew stood in front of the mirror, half-naked, rubbing his chin as hethought. He was so deep in thought that he never noticed that his eye-level went up three inches. It wasn't until he took a step towards hisdesk and tripped that he realized he was now in high heels."Craptastic!" he growled. Looking at the shoes now strapped to hissmall feet, he. While a free woman like Phoebe must take care of herself, a strong master must care and guard sex slave Shannon. All Shannon has to do is to endure a few floggings, and not let the master know how much she enjoys it and to moan with pleasure anytime he balls her. Life is easy and pleasant for the sex slave which is why they feel superior to free women.?Shannon needs a few more strokes.? Shannon has the biggest smile on her face. I give the flogger to Phoebe and tell her to put three big ones.