They were quite stained and a little bit longer than usual. She pulled them on and carefully teased the thin leather down over her fingers."Strictly s...eaking Peter, I won't actually be touching you, so there'll be no harm done will there?"Jean, am I going to complain? Am I going to tell anyone? She reached down and put one warm leather hand around my cock and began to rub it so gently, expertly, holding it perfectly, not too rough and better than when I did it myself. Looking into my face. Her lips touched the leather. She'd stopped crying, although her shoulders still shook. Then her voice became clearer. She sat up, fixing her eyes on the riding crop in her hands. It looked like praying."Master," she said. "Sweet Master, please tell your Mistress how sorry I am for betraying her. Please make her see that it was weakness, not evil planning. It was wrong and thoughtless and hurtful and stupid, but please, I beg you, Master, ask her to take you and punish me with you until I lose. You have two minutes to comply.”I got a small chill. What in the world is going on? I looked around the room, and then I went to the window and looked around like I did with the movie. I saw no one. Puzzled, but intrigued, I felt compelled to comply. I had no idea who was doing this, but it didn’t really feel scary. In fact, it felt a bit… fun and exciting. The person was obviously giving me an out. They said I could set the box outside the door and be done. And really, what harm could. She giggled and wiggled her butt as I left the room. Roscoe was waiting there for me. I didn't think he had been there the whole time. I wondered how he knew when to appear. Perhaps Wendy had sent some sort of signal that she was finished with her client. Perhaps. I didn't bother Gwendolyn again. I was certain she was busy now. The evening had arrived and I saw several men and some women clients all gathering in rooms and salons on the ground floor. Each person had at least one lady helping.