Wasn’t that what strong, powerful woman did?Jillian looked the other way. She wanted to make it seem accidental, like she just happened to be scratc...ing an itch. One hand slowly ran up her bare leg, and when it came into contact with the mid-length skirt she’d picked out that morning, she didn’t stop.As her hand moved, it lifted up her skirt, until her panties were clearly visible to the man who’d been staring at her - and probably the rest of the Starbucks as well.The sound of someone choking. Alone now, she pressed her hands to the wound. His help had given her the best chance for survival. The rest would be up to fate and her own determination.=====Beth kicked down the door of a random house."Hurry, get inside!"Sophie shuffled through supporting a limp Natasha. The screams of panicked townsfolk and the cries of the wounded and dying faded as Beth slammed the door.With a grunt of effort, she and Sophie set their friend down by the fire pit. Natasha moaned, her eyes were screwed. He moaned and gradually met my eyes. He was in awe and wonderment, maybe even a hint of fear. I threw him into oblivion and he had never experienced it before. He wasn’t sure if such a power was a good idea for me to have. I simply smiled and worked my hips into him, loving how ecstasy lit up his face. After a few more good thrusts, I removed myself from him. His cock still stood proud and hard. I quickly removed his bonds and lay on the bed beside my bitch. Tugging the leash, dragged him on. Sandra still teased me about "going soft on her"Sandra was sitting on my bed one Sunday and I was just finishing up inthe bathroom. Sandra called me and had in her hand some of my secretclothes. She laughed and said; "I really don't care if you wear thisstuff Steve." She held a bra and a pair of panties. She said she wantedto see me in them right now. I was terribly embarrassed and didn't knowwhat to say. Sandra did however. Sandra said there are good things aboutladies clothes and bad things.