But she kept her patience, enjoying being guided, and enjoying letting me have control. I decided to reassert that control. We both got a kick from it...after all. “Bend over,” I told her sharply. There was a slight pause, she didn't move, her back still to me. She wasn't used to being spoken to like that, certainly not by me, and it seemed to shock her out of herself for a moment. My instinct was to soften my words, add a “please” or even a “trust me,” but I held my nerve, trusted my. "I'm still not sure," said Mark. "As young people we can be very arrogant and think that the world is our oyster and owes us a happy life. Equally we can be selfish wanting to grab what's on offer before we might miss it and that's where, to an extent, what you're suggesting fits in. I see a lot of sense in it. On the other hand, our arrogance covers a lot of naivety because we lack experience. It accounts for people wanting to make a quick fortune who then come a cropper. It accounts for the. While I was getting dressed, he prepared our favorite chair by attaching the silk restraints. When I came in the blindfold was laid out, music was playing in the background, and the candles burned to set an enticing mood. Obeying my Master, I sat down in the chair. He quickly blindfolded me and then bound my arms behind my back putting my naked breasts on display. He pulled my hips to the edge of the chair and pulled my legs apart. Then he bound my ankles to the chair legs, so that my pussy. ”“Sad,” she said. “Do you brag?”“Always,” I said and rubbed my hands over her back. “But I don’t have to lie about my conquests.”“No, you don’t,” groaned Nancy. “I heard you fucked the MacMillan sisters on the same night. Did them one after the other. They got real catty after that.”I grinned. “That was a fun party.” My hands worked up and down her back, rubbing at her flesh. Her skin felt so silky. “How about you? Missing boys?”“I guess,” she said and then let out a groan as I rubbed at her.