I started to strip. I tossed my clothes in a pile against the wall and was now standing in nothing but a red and black jock strap. I hesitantly put th... blindfold on. It was soft, cushioned, and was cut to fit my face like a sleeping mask, but most importantly it worked; I couldn't see a damn thing. I stood there for a moment. I suddenly realized that that's where the instructions had stopped. Was I just supposed to wait there? Or should I call out? "I'm ready," I finally decided to say. I heard. She uttered a soft growl of approval as a different man caressed each of her sumptuous breasts. Her eyes remained closed while Kane squeezed a wet cloth in his other hand. He washed her face carefully, dipping and wringing the cloth one-handed as he gradually wiped away the wild smears of her ruined makeup. Every time he rubbed the cloth over her face she let out unconscious whimpers, as if there were something luxurious and tragic in the transaction between the cloth and her skin. When she. I said, “Myron, its time to teach me to dance to this music, I have been waiting for a week to do this with you.”Myron got up and took my hand and led me to the dance floor. Every move he made, I flowed with him, it was like dancing on a cloud. John and I had never talked about Myron and sex. I could feel his hand moving up and down on my bare back, he had a great touch. We danced two songs and went back to the table, John stood up and clapped for us, that embarrassed the heck out of me.While. The Mistress mounted her horse and Frederica got up behind her. She urged the animal into a trot and the naked Francine, barefoot and red all over in the icy wind, ran beside the horse. The snow had stopped falling a few days ago but was still lying on the ground. The pain in her feet was agonising and she prayed for Spring to come. The heat of Summer when the sweat poured off her in torrents was a lot better than this! But Frederica, not knowing of Francine's distress, glanced admiringly at.