“Yes but who the hell was at the door?” Looking you in the eye, “I want to please you in a way that I don’t think you have ever been pleased b...t I need you to trust me completely and tell me if you aren’t comfortable with what is happening mister.” You look confused but sigh as if to accept this deal. I take your silent consent and grab your hand and slowly lead you to the bed where I have the straps. I begin to undress you … dropping your flannel shirt and then your black t-shirt … kissing. She moved with quick graceful movements, dodging the crowd with a skill that only comes with practice. He watched as she made her way back to the bar to fill another order, her ass swaying as she served the customers. ‘Yum,’ he thought. George walked up to the bar and sat in a spot close to where the waitresses filled their orders, he ordered a beer from the good looking redhead behind the bar and he waited for Miranda to appear. Finally he heard her clear voice. Two draft, one vodka and coke,. We worked out the details quickly before I ran it past Mom. Unfortunately, Mom didn't want to move. She was happy here, and even though I tried my best to talk her into it, she just wouldn't budge.So we decided to stay with her for a more extended period, and I called the office to take a leave of absence for a while.It was three weeks before Mom appeared to be dealing with Dad's passing, and we figured it might finally be safe to leave her alone. So on the night before we were to depart, I. I can see from the clock on the wall that I have been tied to the table for an hour, the nozzle in my ass is becoming more and more uncomfortable as the pressure from the water is building behind it. I try to keep my mind on other things, but am unable to think of anything other than the dinner party and what pain will be in store for me. My Master is most certainly going to have thought up some inventive ways for his guests to use me tonight, and I dread to think of the way they are going to.