I will admit that I got used to having the protection of armed men around me. I also admit that I got used to having people follow my every word. It w...ll take me some time to adjust to my normal life.”“I meant what I said,” Jonathan said, looking at the desk. “I will release you from our betrothal if you prefer to cast your lot elsewhere.”Elena sat and looked at her fiancé and his sister before coming to a decision.“What I am about to tell you must never be repeated,” she said urgently. “Can we. “Yes, Sir.” I eagerly oblige as you peel your clothes off in front of me, letting me drink in the most perfect form I've ever seen. My eyes linger on your erect cock for too long, “Beg for it, you slut.” Whimpers escape past my lips and my hands reach out for you. I have to touch you. I need to touch you. “I said, beg for it.” “Please, Sir. Please let me touch your hard cock! I need to feel you inside of me now! Please...” You lunge at me, rip open the front of my sheer black tights, wrap one. My embarrassment deepened as I felt my dick start to stiffen and my pants start to tent out a little bit. I quickly got to my desk and sat down to cover up what was happening, but Chantel saw me staring at her and she stared back for a moment with a perplexed look on her face before turning away, calling me a weirdo as she did.My brain spun, did she call me weird because her sister said something, was it because I had been staring, had she seen my pants tent up? I had no idea, but it kept my. "This slave is glad you liked it."The elevator stopped and I told George I'd see him a little after 12:30 PM when they opened the bar before the dinner. I headed to the shops, he and Dina going to the dining room which would close at 11:00 to set up for the dinner. I went first to Mistress Olivia's place and picked up the leather harness, the cuffs, the mask, the riding crop and the waist cincher. Everything else would be shipped drop freight to my house."Olivia," I asked, "Will you be going to.