“It does,” I replied.“Did you bring your bikini?”“I didn’t think I’d need it. Besides, the pool is closed.”We stood there for a minute... or so, and then we walked into the room. Jack closed the sliders and pulled the drapes closed. I turned on the TV.“You’re not sleepy either, I take it,” Jack assumed when he saw me turning on the TV.“I thought I’d catch up on the latest news and see how the market performed,” I replied.“Mind if I use the bathroom?” Jack asked.I pointed to it. When Jack walked in. "Were you looking at my bottom in there, young man?" the woman asked, going straight to the point.The question stunned Steve, but he was quite a confident man, so he did not attempt to deny it. "Yes I was, actually. It seems to be an amazing bottom," replied Steve, and he had the confidence to keep his eyes locked on the woman's eyes.Gabrielle did not lack confidence either, and she held eye contact. "I will take that as a compliment; does your wife have an amazing bottom?" retorted. The need slowly built and as it did, so the danger seemed to recede, become less important. Already her muscles had begun the slow cycle of clench and release that worked to further arouse Sigrdrifa, massaging his shaft, encouraging him to thrust, to mate, to procreate.Eloa was unaware that she had been gently caressing her mistress with one hand even as she gentled Sigrdrifa with the other. Her touch was that of a lover, it was also an act of reverence, of worship. Around them the gathering of. Now, of course, things had moved on to a different level.Before seeing the document, he would never have imagined that she really was a dominatrix, only that she fitted his own, particular, take on how one should look. The idea that she had slaves, held under such a contract would have seemed absurd if he hadn’t seen the draft agreement with his own eyes. That had been a revelation, one that he had hardly been able to believe. She had obviously put her experience in the firm to good use – the.