I said, "Please Adele... Let's do itagain..." No... We have taken too much of a chance already. Breathe out."And with that she began the long, wrenchi...ng job of pulling the lacestight again, tying the complex knot and buckling the horrible shoulderstraps into place. I was again helpless. I knew that pleading or beggingeither Adele or Madam would do no good and might indeed result inpunishment. And yet, laced and bound into my twenty pound corset, encasedin leather and steel from my chest to my. Fumbling a smile, I stood up from where I’d been hunting for a pen under the table, and tried to look helpful. ‘What’s your name?’ she asked in a bright voice. Not a question I’d gotten before, and it threw me a bit. ‘Jack,’ I answered after a second. ‘What can I do for you?’ She looked down. ‘Oh, nothing,’ she said, flashing her eyes back at me momentarily, before pushing back off the desk, turning to look at the bestseller display. ‘What’s popular this week?’ You, I’m sure, are popular with. She enjoyed role play, watching porn, masturbating in front of me (and others). She loved dangerous situations where we could be caught and once had me sneak into their home and had me fuck her in the living room while her husband was watching TV in their family room.One of her biggest turn-ons was to be called filthy, humiliating names while she was being fucked. She’d cue me by asking if I thought she was a filthy, cum eating slut wife. I’d call her trash, scum, pig, and every other mean,. "Pictures of what Beatrix and Ron had shown her flooded through her mind as her fingers found she was very wet and ready. The clock's alarm sounded, tuned to some radio station Carol had never heard on a weekend. Instead of the usual news she heard throughout the week on waking, there was music. 'Alone' by Heart came through her radio, instantly falling in love with the song, and with pictures of Barb swirling through her head, Carol rubbed her hard clit, openly crying out as she felt herself.