Delicate looking, blue silk slippers encased the royal feet. Her gown of glittering, blue smoke was a wonder, revealing nothing but hinting at everyth...ng. Behind that gauzy shield were long legs, a narrow waist, and an hourglass figure. The swell of high, firm breasts was visible against the fabric, as were the subtle outline of her nipples.“You are a bold one.”Logan tore his gaze away to look into her bottomless, blue eyes. He couldn’t tell if it was anger or amusement he was seeing. Some. And wouldn't she just *love* to know? All things in their time. Their own sweet time! When I returned to the bed she was laying there passively, waiting for what she was going to have done to her next, it had all been explained during an earlier conversation.There was no need to explain the rule about "no peeking", not when I put the silk blindfold on her. It should have become quite obvious at that point! The other scarf would only be felt now, softly sliding over her erect nipples. Pulled. I look through the crack in the door, she was lying on her bed, naked, with all those little pointed breasts.she was spirited to caress the pussy watching the porn movie, this is the first time I see him naked since she is an adult, I see that her pussy is shaven.she put two fingers in her pussy and the second hand caressing her clitoris.I felt a hot flash in my body, the more I looked, the more I wanted to lick that little pussy all shaved.I opened the door, but she did not see me, she closed. I know you won't believe this and normally I wouldn't admit to it, but I am Otis' cock slave. There really isn't any other way to put it. And the really strange part, the really, really strange part, is that I come from a straight-laced New England family and Otis is barely educated and was just a worker in one of my husband's warehouses.This is a strange tale, one that I find hard to believe even though I am living it. I first met Otis when he was working at our family's window manufacturing.