“You don’t mind me talking about your breasts do you Tania?” he asked.“Hardly Mike!” I replied with a girlish giggle “or I wouldn’t show...them.”“Good girl!” he told me as he patted my knee.“I was happy that my bare breasts became a topic of conversation and observation throughout the meal, and pleased that the other two women on the table didn’t appear to share Millie’s distaste for my exposure, and actually praised me for my bravery.“You should have been braver and discarded the underskirt. "We get the message. But one word of this to ANYONE and you're both DEAD! You got that?" Hey" said Phillip. "Different strokes for different folks. That's my motto. If Sam likes snorting..."George started toward Phillip with an angry look on his face, but Samantha pulled him back."I mean if you guys are happy then who are we to complain about it?" finished her little brother.Amy giggled."What's so funny?" asked George, trying to get the blanket folded back up and the car restored to its former. It made me wetter and I am a naughty girl, a naughty wife and a naughty lover.” Tears formed in her eyes. The tears were Audrey’s ultimate surrender and brought quiet closure to her punishment. I took the wet, drippy ice and gently rubbed Audrey’s bright red bottom to draw away the heat and the sting. Soothingly and calmly I told Audrey that she was forgiven her naughtiness and that she was a good girl. “But I…” she began. “But nothing, sweet one, you are a wonderful lover and a good wife.” I. Her muffled screams sneak past the ball in her mouth. Her excitement is already flowing heavy from her legs, adding a fresh layer of lust to the air. His fingers slide into her pussy effortlessly, and she arches her hips to give herself to him. Slowly rubbing her clit, she becomes a panting mess. With quick jerks and shutters, she goes mad, testing the restraints in every way. They hold.Bringing his fingers to her nose, he barks at her. “Smell your desire! Do you ache for me to touch you again?.