” She looked fearfully at the door, worried he would come storming into the room. Then she looked back at her reflection in the mirror and laughed. ...She felt silly, sitting there naked, not allowed any underwear, wearing his collar and leash, and being worried about whether or not she was allowed to be sexual.Picking up the second shoe again, she bent over and put it on. When she straightened back up, she carefully extracted the leash from between her labia. The whole lower end was coated in her. Needing little or no encouragement I was 'dragged' to the house and my bedroom where once again a had the privilege of seeing Lucy at her best. Sight wasn't my only sense to be thrilled before I had to take a sated young woman home.The next two weeks before my holiday were an absolute delight. Emotionally and physically Lucy lifted me to plains I'd forgotten about, or in a few instances never before achieved. On each weekday we would see each other either in the morning where the physical. ‘Typical macho male! Clara! Come over here.’ I put my hand down her front and she kept beating on me. Clara asked, ‘What now. Do you want help?’ ‘He’s going to take pictures of our naked tits with the necklaces and put them in the brochures!’ This got me pushed up against the wall. An unhappy audience. ‘Chauvinist pig.’ ‘Degrading women again.’ I put on my strongest male voice, ‘Last time I looked, Parsons was a business. Beauty sells. Especially the kind of bare beauty right in front of me.. I pushed in harder against her pussy lips with my fingers."Ah! Aahhhh..." she moaned."Jessica...did you like being hurt like that?" I asked again."I don't knoow...." she moaned softly, almost whispering.I didn't want to force her to tell me. I wanted her to admit it on her own."Why else would you be so wet?" I asked.She didn't answer."Jessica, now, be honest." I said, almost condescendingly, "You liked it, didn't you?" I..." she started.I stayed silent."I...I think I liked it." she said.Her.