.. discipline... that was what it was all about“After luncheon, liqueurs were offered but again refused by Quentin. Dr Heine drank a rather too larg... brandy.„I think I'll have a doze,“ he announced. „I expect you need it,“ grinned Quentin. Dr Heine grinned back almost conspiratorially.„Perhaps you might like to come to my cabin at about three p.m., Mr Osman,“ suggested Madame Vesta. „Then we can take our tour.“ „I shall be delighted,“ said Quentin, rising politely as their hostess left the. . with nothing under... of courseI was feeling really good and so I thought.. to hell with it all.. I'm going to go for it... so I leaned to hubby and planted a big sloppy kiss on him... then leaned to the guy and did the same...that started it all - they had their hands all over me.... on my boobs - my skirt was up around my waists... my legs were spread and one was crossed over each of their legs... they had fingers all up inside me... playing with my clit... my pussy... my ass I was taking. I'm 54 and i am the owner of a La Senza lingerie shop in adowntown mall. Marcus, my security guard, was certainly getting aworkout today and earning his pay."Got him Tess, skinny little runt! Maybe he wanted some lingerie forhimself!"Marcus joked as he handed over the young man to me and what he wastrying to pinch from me.The young man looked about 20 or so, was about 5 foot 8 and was quitethin. A buzzcut haircut style, and his hair was blonde. The man lookedterrified as i addressed him and. ”She looked at me for a moment, realizing I wasn’t going give up without a more thorough explanation and decided she needed to sit down before saying anything more.“I remember my first master taking me to his special room where all good slaves went to pleasure him. I think I was about six back then, not that I really know. He told me I was his greatest creation, the best of his long life’s work, and I would be the mother of an entirely new generation of servants and protectors.“I suppose he.