?On second thoughts, we'd better stick to the two kilo weight. Please fetchit, Slave Two.' A wave of grateful relief washed over Tony and he realised ...hat this had beena very clever play by his mistress. He began to see why she had brought anotherslave into their game because she could not have played this scene so convincinglyon her own. It would have been obvious from her body language that she didn'tactually intend to attach it. However, when the weight was about to be attachedby somebody. )ANYTHING AT ALLA womanWith a penisCan beAnything at allSTAID ROSESStaid roses,Petals pink and softAs vaginal walls,Droop inside their vaseOn the gleaming tabletopBeside the silverware,A sight which, reminding meOf their inevitable decay,Does not please me as muchAs it tends to dismay.A cunt is not a flower;It is not muchOf anything at all,But the metaphor,Once its sprouts its wings,Ascends to wheel and soar.An open mouthIs indecorousDuring intercourse,Even among acrobats,And dangerous. I purposely dress to set the mood, it provides the words I fail to speak. ' CIC ' ... is the text I sent, the code for the ' coast is clear ' He'll come straight home and sit nearby, silently staring me down. My legs are crossed and well exposedand my cleavage is barely covered. He'll stir in his seat as I stare him down with my tilted head of approval.I'll give him a smile and tickle my robe allowing a nipple to slip. I'll stand and pause, then lock the door,...and make my way down the hall.. **"Ben?" said a voice.I looked up to see my stepmother standing in the doorway.The look on her face changed from a flushed crimson to a pale white as she stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the four of us standing or kneeling there.Oh shit. Oh fuck.Ruth, Angie, and Sharon got quickly to their feet as I stood frozen to the spot in embarrassment and shame. What was she doing here? Didn't I lock the damned door and pull the blinds?"Mom, I... what are you...?" I managed to blurt out. How the hell.