By that I mean no arguing or talking back, I won't stand for it. You and I will discuss things, not argue. And I would suggest you steer clear of sarc...asm. To me, sarcasm is having a personal joke at someone else's expense. I will expect better from my submissive." Y... Your submissive..." she said softly. I nodded and she looked down at her hands, sighing softly."Just be straightforward with me. If you want something, whether it be reassurance or a desire or a need or a want of any kind, just. Her throat made the slightest moaning sound as she bit her bottom lip trying to keep quiet as he slid his fingers back and forth across her clit. With his other hand he grabbed the back of her leg and pulled it out so that her stance was spread out for easier access. He pinched her clit and rolled it between his fingers slowly watching her reactions as she tried her hardest not to squirm from his touch. After minutes of this torture her legs began to tremble slightly, and her breathing pattern. Anyways, I let Steve watch and relax and we sip our wine. Steve asks me about how my mom is with the separation from my dad and everything. I sort of go on about how all the changes in my life are “hard” and I give him a bit of emotion about all the changes and difficulties in my life. Well that gets him going and I ask about him? I say how the separation was hard on my mom and it must be hard on him with his wife leaving him and stuff. Well this was all working pretty good. Steve was telling. She got out and the freezing autumn night air hit her so hard that her nipples stood to attention immediately through her tightly fitting short black woollen dress. It showed off her slender curves and flat tummy perfectly. The dance teaching had always paid off in that way. It gave absolutely no protection from the biting wind but so worth it when she saw the reactions it created. She opened the door and looked around the bar for a second. There he was sat in the corner, just as he said he.