I felt my balls mashed in between her legs and my boner completely sandwiched between her butt cheeks. She wiggled her butt around to get more comfort...able as she kept pushing as well. Out of the blue she lifted her head backwards to look at me. She wiggling her hips and having an odd look on her face. I just leaned in more toward the door so I could shrug my shoulders and then nod at the door. I actually breathed a sigh of relief when she moved her heels against the front of my shoes so she was. As I turned away, he grabbed my wrist and pull me back so you could whisper back: "As my pet, I own that cunt of yours and I can, and will, access it wherever, whenever, it pleases me. Understand?" "Yes, Sir!"I apologetically answered. Back at my chair, I sat down and crossed my legs. I placed the empty glass on the table between us. He then asks me, "Where are my soiled panties, from earlier?" "I am wearing them Sir," I answered. His handsome face looked puzzled. "Wouldn't the crotch be stiff. He leaned back in."I wasn't really serious about exposing you, you know, Tiffany.I just wanted to get to know you, because I like your style. Iapologize, but it did work and here we are." "Yes, here we are"I said. "Thank you for the nice steak dinner and everything.Thanks for stopping by, have a nice life and all of that." Istarted to get up, to end the charade. Lawrence took me gentlyby the arm and pulled me back to him. "I know you are having atough time making a go of things. You know, it. I enter it from the upper side — the square is not level, it is sloping towards the opposite side, where the town hall stands. This way, from where I come, I can survey it all, above the heads of the crowd that fills it.I have a good view at the stone tribune in front of the town hall, with the spiked statue of the Goddess on it, with all the implements of torture that await me, with the big gong, and with the torturer, dressed in his traditional hooded black garb, standing solemnly, looking.