" I looked up at him, and his deep brown eyes, and slipped. His facewas covered in lipstick, and I briefly wondered how atrocious I looked.I didn't se... a man holding me. I saw a person. A person I very muchwanted to be with as much as possible. I closed my eyes as he lowered his lips to mine. We kissed forwhat seemed like forever. Kissing, touching, holding, caressing,pressing, feeling, experiencing. I was running out of breath when I pushed him away, and stood up.I held his hand in mine, and. Her hands and forearms were covered by leather gloves that reached almost to her elbows. She wore a leather g-string and a tight leather corset that pushed her breasts up and out, displaying them to their best advantage. Their nipples stood out stiffly, like little erasers.She stopped next to the bed, looking down at the exhausted girl. She held a riding crop in her hands, slapping it against her gloved palm."Untie her." she directed. Franz freed the girl's ankles, then her wrists. She didn't. Shed always adored the feel of a good cock but Andys was exceptional. From the moment shed first seen it…touched it some months before, shed known it would only be a matter of time before it shed accept its presence inside her cunt. Shed held off for as long as shed been able, for shed wanted to prolong her feeling of longing for as long as she could. At the time it worried Pam it might be like a child who would want for a toy for a birthday. A toy which, once attained, would sooner, rather. I may address you in any number of ways but I want you to know that even if they seem rude or callus I only am using them in the context of the moment. Only because the situation calls for their use.” He was holding my hand, the warm strength enveloping my own much daintier hand like a rubber vice grip. “I understand Sir.” I was surprised by how easily I had started using ‘Sir’ with Matt. “Why do you want me to address you as ‘Sir’?” I asked a bit timidly as we got into another Taxi. “It has to.