There was too much in those last few sentences of hers for me to absorb. She'd planned that I would go out with her tonight all along, or else she wou...dn't have thought to 'borrow' those things from Becky. She stole something from her friend. And she was talking about me getting felt up. As if."Time to reverse this 'slave' thing you were so into. Sit," Marcia commanded. She was going to start in on my makeup. but I stopped her and started applying it myself. She watched me bemusedly."I read. ” “No, please don’t,” Becky, pleaded as Ryan opened the package. She sat there fidgeting with her legs pulled tightly together and her hands on her knees. Ryan pulled out a pair of red lace panties and held them up for Becky to see. She wanted to leave, to grab her things and go but she couldn’t get up. Some fear or desire was keeping her there. Next, Ryan pulled out a pair of black stockings; a garter belt, black crotch less panties and a black lace half cup bra. “Very nice, my dear, very. In fact I was inthe shower when I heard room service come in, but by the time I hadfinished rinsing my hair before getting out of the shower, they hadgone, leaving a chilled half bottle of medium white wine and a Caesarsalad. As I sat down to eat my lunch with the bathrobe wrapped aroundme, I opened the letter from my wife.?I do hope you are enjoying your treat. It?s just a little something tothank you for everything you have done and are doing. I know you mightnot have chosen the last few. He directed me up a couple of stairs before stopping. I stopped too. ‘Stand there,’ he ordered, ‘Spread your legs a little’ he asked, I complied. He sat on a few steps down from where I stood, and placed each of his hands on each of my ankles. Slowly, he ran both hands up the outside of my legs, I shivered. He got to the top of my thighs and ran both hands down the insides of my legs, back down to my feet. He began to run his hands up again, this time going up the insides of my legs, feeling my.
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