We stop dancing. I pull my arms away. Staring into your eyes, a languid lick of my lips. I step back. I take another step, my finger finds its wa... to my mouth, I kiss it. I stretch my arm to you and place my finger on your lips. I let it slide away as I turn away. I think you want to hurt me now. To punish me.If you want me darling, if you truly want me, you have to stop me. If you want me, then come to me. Now, darling, now.You grab my arm, you twist and pull me to you. You wrench. I hope it turns out to be a great evening." You should come back and check it out. There will be lots of people here, just to see the kids and the cars and everything. It will be quite a show." Adding another comment with a more flirtatious voice, she said, "And of course, not everybody has to work that night. I could be your tour guide." Let me give that some thought. Thanks."From his car, Mark called Jennifer Mason, Sandy's grandmother. He told her of his plans, and asked if she would contact. He lifted his ass and pushed his trunks down his long muscular legs, dropping them to the concrete floor beside the pool. Miranda stared into his eyes as her tiny fingers curled around his massive prick, holding it straight up, pumping him slowly, the big purple head just inches from her face. Without a word spoken, she leaned her tight little body over him and licked the bulbous head of his meaty thickness. Squeezing the length of his prick, a puddle of cum bubbling at the tip, as her tongue. " I replied simply."Owns you?" I am her slave. It is simply that, I obey her in everything." You are joking! Yet you're here in this cafe, shouldn't you be chained up or something?" I am sometimes," I told her, "but you know, sometimes its not convenient for her, sometimes its better to let me off her leash. She calls me her free-range slave."This quieted her as she took in the information and thought it through carefully."So, if I gave you an order, you'd obey me?" Yes certainly Miss, within.