“So you like doing what I was doing for Kyle?”“Oh I most definitely do. And the reward you get tastes so good” Julie said as she ran her hand ...p and down his ever so stiff member.“Well I know where you can get rewarded. Right now too” Danny said pointing at what she had in her hand.“Thought you'd never ask” Julie said, before she went down on him.Julie worked her tongue against the slit in his glans and the oh so sensitive area just below as she slid her lips up and down his rigid shaft. In no. ’ Was the message on my E-mail. Thirteen messages from Sandra. I was back in Riverside and she was still at The Pines. Separated but kept in contact through e-mail a few random calls. Two years later and get a message like that. I was trying to shake the idea that this was possible. All the messages said the same thing pretty much just sent at different times. I E-mailed her back with my ‘Doubt it’s Numchuck’s’ reply. But curiosity got the better of me and I called. Sandra said she was coming. It will probably be Mr. Green, my physiotherapist, my enslaver. I will remember how he applied his evil bimbo treatments to fog my mind, but not in the way he desired. I will forgive him eventually, but on stormy nights, I will taunt him. I will make him experience a sensual caress from my stocking feet that I will slip out of my high-heeled shoes. I will extend my leg under the table to hopefully clasp his manhood between my silk stocking covered toes. Once again, I will excite a well endowed. Annabel wriggled on my lap, the waiting almost unbearable as she anticipated that first stinging slapMy hand descended heavily and she gave a yelp of pain but stayed in character."Mr Desmond, stop now and I won't go to the police!"I watched as her skin went from milky white to an angry red, the shape of my hand clearly discernable. I felt like a surreal painter, working on a blank canvass, and decided to lay another handprint alongside the first. My second slap landed."Ow! Dewey, that hurt!".