Hmmm..ohhhh..moving upwards I reached her neck and kissed her neck from behind..after initial caressing I lifted her and took her to the bed… I tore... off her panty and made her naked..this time I had diff plans to fuck her..I tied both her hands and legs to the corners of the bed.I came over her and started kissing her all over…beginning with her lips…muaaaaahhhaaa…muaaaaahhhaaaaaaa…aaahhh…her nipples got erect…I placed my one hand on her pussy and started rubbing it vigorously making her go. A couple of minutes after I left the building she came running after me. She caught me in the plaza in front of the building. “Mr. Andrews can I buy you a cup of coffee?” she asked.“Sure, but I propose we both leave our recording devices outside,” I said.“Done,” she agreed.We walked back to the coffee shop in the basement of the court house. I was seated at the table when she arrived with two coffee cups on a cardboard carrier. I nodded to acknowledge the coffee. She fussed with the coffee for. Not to mention the immense satisfaction it gave him to watch his sweet, naked little slave struggling to serve him obediently even when he wasn't there to oversee her, even when she so obviously hated what she was doing.Such sweetness, such passion...such complete surrender. Yes, he was becoming at least as intoxicated with her as she was with him...and he wasn't at all sure that was a good thing. He was glad that the weekend was nearly over. They both needed to catch their breath.He leaned. "Mrs Garfield though."And so it was that the following after noon found Ned knocking on the door of a white painted thatched cottage with an immaculately maintained garden that was just showing signs of early spring with snowdrops in flower and clumps of daffodils showing. The door was answered by Mrs Garfield, the lady Ned had last seen leaving the manor."Oh Ned! Do come in."Ned appraised the lady as he followed her into a rather dark sitting room. In her late thirties, he thought, she didn't.