This time it was much more incredible. The feelings of femininity that I'd experienced while tied under Jennifer's touch returned. We kissed madly and...passionately. I could feel Joe's cock hard against my thigh. Our tongues darted against each other, and we moaned with pleasure. Joe caressed me, sliding his hand up under my gown, and touching the tops of my stockings, and playing with the garters. I played with his nipples and drew his robe apart. He was naked underneath, and I stared down at. Sure, Jill was back with me. Professing her love for me, how sorry and ashamed she was that even just for a moment she’d said yes to Chris’s request that she leave me for him. The fact that she was in Florida with me rather in California with Chris was the strongest reassurance I could get. But still, my mind kept going back to that terrible Friday night – Friday, May 4, 2018.And while I had the opportunity whenever I needed to pick things up and talk them through with Jill, the itch that just. His secretary, Rhonda, would always have his coffee ready for him, prepared to get him up to speed with his latest appointments. If Gabriel ever considered getting married overnight, Rhonda was his first choice as his Vegas bride. He was a good man, but he didn’t like the world to know it. He had a reputation to maintain, after all. He was a passionate man, but no woman inside that law firm had experienced that side of him… except for Rhonda. Gabriel King didn’t like to play by the rules. He. " She climbs off and hangs the whip on a post of the bed and as I find my feet are bound too, I call out, "Master? What's your name? Where am I?' She stops and turns, piercing me with those emerald windows and says with a smile, "I'm your Master. You're in my dungeon pet. We'll see how you do with more of my games..." She walks out as I start to struggle against my bonds and I wonder, "Who the hell am I? Why is she doing this to me? And how am I going to escape... If I want to." * I walk out of.