Kay was fully aware at that moment she was trapped, not by the cuffs that held her, but by her very soul. He whistled His appreciation, causing her to...jerk, as my kiss glowed upon her flesh. "Kay, if you could only see this. Your skin shows the floggers stripes beautifully." He stepped closer to her, unable to stop Himself as He reached out and ran His fingers over the heated flesh. She gasped again, jerking as far away from Him as the chains would allow. "Fuck You Robert!" He laughed as He. Both the touch and the look she gave me then were electrifying. She took a deep breath and kissed me, her tongue coming out immediately. She kept her eyes open, looking into mine as she pulled me to her. In a moment, she pulled back panting slightly and whispered urgently, "Amaya, you've got to try some of this!"Amaya needed no further encouragement. She almost attacked me, her full lips opening and tongue probing. She began to moan and shifted towards me, almost climbing on top of me. Linda. She was surprised at her own wetness... knowing that it most assuredly was not the foggy air that saturated the crotch of her panties. She felt him cut the waistband of the g-string, allowing it to fall off and exposing her hidden treasure to him. A thick thumb worked it's way slowly inside her... causing her to emit a low, deep moan... a guttural sound, something primal... a sound women have been making for eons. Her "master" chucked softly, removing his thumb and patting her softly on the. In my dreams, my room is much more elegant than the plain bare walls that it has in the real world. It is no longer the room of a lonely, tired woman, but is now the boudoir of a sensual, desirable lover. In my dreams, you come to me, take me in your arms and kiss me deeply and passionately until I swoon. When my knees give out you wrap me in your arms and guide me to the settee that occupies a corner of my imagined room. You revive me with a sip of blood red wine from a bottle that you had.