I am blindfolded, standing in front of an unknown / unseen Master. My wrist restraints are fastened together behind my back, slightly chaffing me. A s...reader bar attached to my ankle restraints keeps my legs spread for use and viewing by Master. I wait patiently, becoming wetter by the minute, even though he has yet to touch me.I feel his mouth close on my breast, his tongue flicking my hard nipple. Moaning in appreciation, I mutter “Oh god that feels good!”“SILENCE Slave. You will only move or. As a cameraman walked around taking pictures of the guests the flash's illuminated the roomHe saw a group of five men and then he heard a giggle, a giggle he knew only to well. He got in to a better position to see, hell he thought she looks good in that outfit, until she tottered slightly and he could see the other side and the top of her fancy stocking showing at the raised hem.Something inside him stopped him from going over, to him he was now invisible, no one knew he was there and no one. I offered up a back massage since she looked like she needed some stress relief. She looked kinda like she wanted it but said "No Thanks". I replied with "At least let me rub your shoulders." She agreed. She moved over and sat on the floor in front of me. I spent about 10 minutes rubbing away at her shoulders and told her that her daughter usually is about ready to fall asleep by this point but it is usually the last thing I want by now. She told me that sleep was the very last thing on her. He glanced at her for a moment then straight ahead."You know why that car has lime green front seats don't you," Bill stated in a calm, matter of fact voice."Maybe," Susan replied in a light, nonchalant voice."Do you want to tell me about it," Bill asked?"Nope," Susan replied."Why not," Bill asked as they moved toward the court house at about half the speed he was used to."Old news," Susan replied airily."What the hell did she mean by that," Bill thought to himself.He took a step faster to.