We did everything two people could do with each other. Carol is a born exhibitionist. We would drive into New York to walk around the village. Her f...vorite outfit was a gauze top with strings that tied around her neck and her waist. Her back was completely bare and her breasts were on open display. They swayed when we walked and she would often stand in front of a shop and thrust her chest out. There were times when someone would comment on her brazen looks and we would smile at them. . I pulled back my skin and let the tip drip on my fingers I was already so wet. I then grabbed my computer and put on my coffee table and I sat on the couch. Then I told her I would love to see more of her too. She smiled and slipped off her shirt. Her breasts were amazing, she made me bulge even harder. I watched her hands glide up and down her body, pinching her nipples, and then massaging them firmly. My hands were sliding up and down my thighs. I wrapped them around my cock and gently. Once again as I enter the room I hear Him say, "Far enough." This time, my garments are my collar, thin chains linking it to each pink leather cuff, and from them another thin chain to the ankle cuffs. A black corset hugs my waist tightly, pushing my boobies up. This time I do not wait to be told but hold on to the column, facing it. My legs are crossed and I bend down. Every part of my naughty bits are on view to Him."Princess," He calls.I stand and look at Him patting His lap. Quietly I walk. That wasn’t such a good idea. The ice cracked, and I fell through. I don’t know for how long I rested there, in a kind of suspended animation. I don’t much care. I’m a dead man and the snow and the cold can’t kill me. With the heavy snowfall, my tracks will soon be covered. It will be next to impossible for the soldiers to find me. I’m staying in since I’ve got no choice. And so I stayed at the bottom of the river. In suspended animation. When I finally came to, it was a brand new world..