I asked her, “Is that from Norman Mailer or Jack Jones?”“One or the other, I just don’t remember.”Maybe this woman wasn’t so unobtainable ...after all. I said, “Hey, I’d like to sit over there.”She patted a place on her sofa and said, “Come on over.”Once I was there I needed a second or to two to think of something. She got in ahead of me. As she leaned forward, she said softly, “What, if anything, do you have to offer me?”“How about: youth and enthusiasm?”“Yes, youth all right. You can do a. No-one will interrupt us here...”“But your secretary…?” she asked. He had his back turned. She quickly opened the next button.“I told her that we are in a very important meeting...we can only be interrupted if the house gets on fire….You can take your shirt off, If you like...”She looked up at him. He blinked at her.“We trust each other...we are in business now...we make lots of money now..”Mr Jones refilled his glass. Since he had his back turned, Bai Jie took a big sip, then opened her shirt. If I hear as much as a word about what we are going to be doing here, if I get even a hint that someone knows I'll beat you within an inch of your life." She shook her fist at me and she looked like she meant it."I understand." I said quietlyAunt Cathleen pulled up her nightshirt off in one motion, she sat there her round tits and pussy in full view. Her tits were huge and she had tiny red nipples that stuck out at least an inch. Her pussy hairs were blond and well trimmed in a small square. I. "On your back."He looked at the toilet with regret as he lowered himself to the cold tiles. I applied a lock from a floor ring to his wrist chain. Using the wall controls I lowered a spreader bar from a winch in the ceiling. The spreader bar was two inches shorter than the chain length and I attached it with snap hooks to the ankle cuffs."Now little boy, I know you've read enough Femdom stories to guess what I'm doing here, haven't you?"He blushed, and a frightened look crossed his face. "An.