"You liked that. If you're a good slave today, do as you're told and not disobey me, I'll do a lot of things which you'll like. In fact, you'll like i...t all." Thank you, Master." But if you are a bad slave, I'll do a lot of things that you will not like. So it's a two way street." I promise to be a good slave."I tested the restraints of both sets of handcuffs, only to find them ungiving. I then looked back at him."Are you enjoying yourself?" the man asked."Yes, Master." I smiled. "Are you. Ian lowered his arms. He cupped her buttocks with his hands, lifted her off the floor and carried her the few steps to the bed. ‘You don’t have to get me aroused,’ she whispered, ‘I’m soaking wet already!’ ‘Yes,’ Ian said, ‘I hope I can last – it’s been so long, and…’ ‘Never mind,’ she said. ‘We’ve got years – and the night is still long!’ He carefully put her down on the bed and knelt on it between her thighs. He looked at her again. ‘To think anyone could ever have called you ugly,’ he. ‘If you’ll excuse me, I need to take care of some things. ‘ He looked at Todd. ‘What’s your itinerary with Ms. Combs?’ Without waiting for an answer. ‘I’d like to show her through the vineyard.’ He knew that Todd wouldn’t want to risk getting dirty. Or show his total ignorance about the growing of grapes. She cut in. ‘Call me Cassy, please. That sounds great. And, before you worry, I did bring some boots to change into for tramping around the vines.’ ‘OK. I’ll meet up with you again in, say. U told me ud been sending him naughty pics of ur self dressed up asking if he like and playing with ur self telling him u wish it was he's cock not the dildo witch turned me on so much knowing how naught u were being, so the next day when u got changed for work u put a short ish dress on with no panties, stockings so people who always looked at u would get and eye full and ur sexy high boots not the ones that go over ur knee the other ones, so u went to work and u were getting so wet by just.