You were openly non-subservient. You looked them in theeyes. You considered yourself an equal. These transgressions cannot beoverlooked. For your sins..., you are sentenced to punishment on each andevery one of the bondage devices you see before you. By the time we aredone with you, you will know the proper way to be subservient." - In the darkI think you could have pushed me over, despite the fact that the chairI was in was either bolted to the dais, or weighed a ton. What had Idone? I didn't. What am I?“With her preoccupied, I walked up the street to the apartment building. Security wasn’t great. I could have picked the lock if I’d had the tools. I didn’t.At the intercom, I pressed 3B.“Oui?”Raising my voice one octave and giving it a southern accent, I responded, “Courier from the embassy, Mr. Kirk,” imitating Justin Mackie, a known Embassy messenger.”The door lock clicked.Pushing through, I took the stairs. I didn’t want to run into any other tenant. At Russell’s front door, I. She slid her hand from my cheek, along my back, and down to my ass. She whispered, "I've always liked your ass." I was speechless. This was great. Her hand gently rubbing my ass. It felt so good. And then she did it. Stella took hold of my cock with her other hand. Her hand was cool and soft, and it was on my dick. I wanted to touch her. I kissed her on the lips again. My mother-in-law started moving her hand up and down the shaft of my cock. I had gotten very hard. She looked down at my. "Do you want to get it?" Carmela asked.Laura shook her head, looking up at her. "Just be real quiet. Maybe they'll go away."Quickly she was sorting through a list of who it could be in her head. She knew it was not Sara since she had driven Sara to the airport the preceding evening. Sara was flying to Ann Arbor for a few days to help Dee Dee get settled there; or, more probably, to make sure everything was on the level, and that Dee Dee was truly back on the straight and narrow. Who else could.