Then she got a bottle of wine and the two of them curled up on the bed to talk some more. Within a few minutes the time and distance between them had ...ll but disappeared. They had talked non-stop for three hours about every subject but one... sex.Finally Erica brought it up, anxious to know more about Jenny's adventures. "So tell me more about this guy whose face you were sitting when I called." Oh Tim," Jenny giggled. The wine was having an effect. "Well, he is tall and very handsome. However,. Go get her. She doesn?t look so hot, head hanging, tears. Lower her, unchain her from pole, walk her over to bed. Sit her down, take her shoe off, what size? Can?t tell. Bra? Size? Panties? Size? Dress? Size? Get paper, pencil.?Girl! Sizes. Shoe? Bra? Panties? Dress???Why?? ?Dress or stay naked.??Alright.?Writing down sizes. Silent. Push her down on bed. Chain collar to wall.?Sleep.?She is quiet, terrified, shaking. Good! I want her frightened. Too frightened to resist. Can?t wait to. I’d recognize Mistress’s walk anywhere, what is she wearing is going through my mind, then she appears. I know to look down upon her entrance and I see 7? Stiletto black patent platform pumps. I try to be sly and catch a quick look but she slapped me for looking up and verbally admonishes me. But I was able to see her latex tank dress and her gloved hand was obviously also sheathed in latex when it slapped my pathetic face. Mistress doesn’t say a word other than to raise my head for a. In and out of my hot, willing mouth. Yes, the man was seriously and constantly desirous of my oral talents."Lunch, or something else?" I jokingly asked."Okay, you caught me, honey," said my former boss. "I want you."It had been a couple weeks since we had managed to get together, so the act of meeting at lunchtime was definitely appealing to me. Smiling, I leaned back in my chair and seductively whispered: "I'm hungry for something, not lunch though."At first I thought he was groaning, but.