But now he was playing her like he always had - hitting her buttons like he was playing a Steinway!"Oh God, Master! Oh, you still drive me crazy! Oh, ...es, yesss!" Kathy moaned.Bella watched, fascinated, as this woman who was supposed to be an experienced submissive and who had worked with Master Mark for several years was quickly and completely reduced to moaning, whimpering jelly! Under his expert touch, she had lost all dignity and sense of civility and had become nothing more than a. Any chance they had he would steal a kiss, touch her hand, tell her what he wanted to do to her when they got a spare minute… Sneaking around with him was such an adrenaline rush. It was naughty, exciting, addicting, she had never felt anything quite like it before. She reached out to him, quickly unfastening the rest of the buttons on his shirt and pushing the cotton material off of his broad shoulders. His skin was hot to the touch, her nimble fingers delicately traced the indents of his. Hitler’s advisors all consoled him that the United States had no interest in entering the war in Europe and that he would have a free hand in carving out a huge slice of the world for the Thousand Year Reich. His planners assured him that the Imperial Power of Japan was interested only in dominance of their Asian neighborhood and would not present any competition to him in his sphere of influence. He excused their non-Aryan roots with the belief that their Pacific Navy would sufficiently. We were relaxing after the girls had cleaned up from the lunch, and I mentioned, "Did you girls know that we are practically on the edge of the Bermuda Triangle?"Everybody in Florida knows what the Bermuda Triangle is, so they were intrigued by the thought. Jean asked, "We aren't in any danger, are we?"Before I could say anything, Angie popped up with, "Don't be silly, Jean. You know that is just a dumb superstition."We all laughed, and the conversation turned to other things. I was not.