Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where youlive. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility issolely on yourself.Rules fo...r the slaves and submissives in my audience:1) To be my slave, just say to yourself that I am.2) You must be aroused before starting this story3) You should be wearing either lipstick or high heels while readingthis story. And I'll be much happier if you are wearing both.4) You must email your Mistress (Me) and tell her both how well youperformed. H er auburn hair glistened in the sunlight and her flower patterned blouse and hot pink shorts gave color to the bland landscape. She appeared to be writing something , a letter perhaps or a story. She would write for a while, and then she would gaze off in the distance. He watched wondering what she could be possibly writing about. She poured a glass of wine , put it to her lips, taking a small sip and began writing again. Pausing she unbuttoned her blouse exposing her large full breast as. Please can I touch your tits? Alun asked.No, but you can touch my breasts, Liz replied.Alun didnt argue, but he made a meal of them and, as he sucked, nibbledand moulded her breasts, he was filled with a sense of awe that he wasbeing allowed this magnificent feast of succulent skin and flesh and, ashe tasted her nipples, he decided he was in heaven.May I touch you elsewhere? he begged.That depends, Liz replied. Just so long as you know that when I calla halt, No means NO!Suddenly, Alun was. Her breasts were surprisingly firm for a woman nearing fifty with such a big chest. We hugged and kissed for a few minutes whilst my hands explored every inch of her fabulous breasts.I slipped my hands downwards and fondled her nicely rounded arse gently pulling her towards me – enough so that she could easily tell I was hard. I stood slightly to one side and as my hand moved to between her legs she moved her hand to the obvious bulge in my pants. I stood back slightly to undo her trousers and.