"Pansy uncorked the wine with a screw type corkscrew, easy to use forsomeone with nails as long as his, and poured four glasses of wine. Hetook the tr...ay around and gave a little bob to each person in the room,lowering his lashes submissively, as they took their wine. They were allstanding around talking and ignored him as he brought the wine around,obviously slipping with ease, into their new roles as Masters andMistresses."Now, Pansy!" Shouted Debbie, "Stand over there in the corner. The only thing I can hear is my panting breath and thudding heart and the rustle of the wood as it goes about its ancient, mysterious business.I start to walk again, placing my feet carefully down. Time does that peculiar thing it gets up to in the strange hours of the night, passing in odd, twisty ways that confuse and beguile. I should not smoke anymore, in case it gives my location away, or gets me so high I fall over, but I spark up the spliff again nonetheless. It charges around my racing. I sink my nails deeper into his arm, not caring whether or not I break his skin. All I want is release. He lets go of one leg and slaps my breasts. I arch my back, thrusting my chest up. He slaps it again, then grips my nipple between his fingers and squeezes. It's so hard and painful, but it is exactly what I want and crave. What I need. I groan and start panting with pleasure. I'm so close, again. "Please, please!" I scream. Just a little more. I just need a little more. "Fuck!" "Cum for me,. I laughed as she did this and began getting into a good position for what was to come. I should add I have no foot fetish, and to the best of my knowledge neither does Jess, but obviously neither one of us are completely disgusted by them. If her feet looked disgusting, as some do, I wouldn’t have done it. This was just experimenting with something neither one of us had done before. I slid down a bit on the couch, pulled my skirt up over my hips, placed one leg over the back of the couch,.