‘If he’s only using the tip, it couldn’t possibly be considered cheating on my husband Mistress,’ Ashley went on. The logical part remaining i... her brain trying to reconcile what she was doing now. This went on for a good ten minutes or so. Ashley squirming, Hans teasing with his tip, and Mistress Jane working Ashley’s clit until it was swollen, purple, and pouting out of its hood. ‘It’s just the tip bimbo, would you like more?’ Mistress Jane asked, as she pinched Ashley’s clit with her. You should be happy with yourself when you're between relationships. You need to know you're pretty fucking cool, even if you don't have a partner to tell you you're fucking cool. Okay?"Patty smiled back at her gratefully. "Fuck yes! I'm fucking cool!" So, cool chick... maybe you should see if you can find Bobby at lunch time."Patty looked at her friend in surprise; then in doubt; then in agreement. "Yeah," she said slowly. "I think I could do that." Good! Come on, we don't want to be fucking. And, quite frankly it’s starting to get a bit lonely at times. Believe it or not, I think I may need to finally get serious and settle down.” Kim smiled understandingly at him.“How about you, what’s happening, beautiful? One big hot party with your hubby and kids?” She told him about Mike’s Caribbean adventure she had discovered and how she had gotten back at him. “Poor guy,” James laughed. “And how long do you plan on torturing him, and yourself? I know you’ll want his cock inside you at some. "OK," said Mary, "it's walkies time for you now, Wendy. Let'ssee how you can move around this office of yours in those heels,plus your cuffs and shackles. By the way - remember what I toldyou about the dog collar, OK? If I even detect the slightestsign that you're going to scream or alert somebody, you get thefull 250 volts zapping dose in one hit, understand?"All I could do was nod my agreement. After all, what else couldI do? My wrists were cuffed to the waist belt, my ankles wereshackled.