She met my lips eagerly and bit my lip playfully as she moaned into my mouth, "God...that was amazing..." "There's more where that came from," I whis...pered back to her. Then she spun me around so my back was up against the shower wall. She pressed her body against mine as she kissed me for a couple more minutes, letting playful bites and seductive moans come at random intervals between kisses. I felt my hard cock pressed in between us, rubbing against her smooth stomach. Soon, she started. "You had two glasses of wine at dinner, then another two small drinks at the tavern. We came back to the house where Mick fixed us a few drinks. I don't think you made it through those." What do you mean?" Well you started not to feel that great and ran to the bathroom and got sick. You got your dress a little dirty so I asked Mick for some clothes to put you in and something to do with the dress." That is why your dress is in the laundry room," Mick said."Then you were half asleep so I carried. She was no longer in the doll costume, but she had not been given explicit permission to talk. slave did NOT want to have her mouth stitched shut?and she had no way of knowing if there men knew that order and punishment?if they were helping Master, or against Him? she wanted to beg, to plead not to cut her hair.she was shocked to realize that if it had been Master, she would have happily let Him do whatever He wanted- even if He’d wanted to shave her head. But these men?it would feel like. Someone will see the light.When she turned back to Stuart, he surprised her by pressing his lips to hers.Camilla was wide-eyed in disbelief, but soon kissed him back. He tasted of beer and smelled masculine and enticing.Stuart leaned back and searched Camilla’s eyes. He jabbed a finger to his chest, made a “V” with two fingers and pointed to his eyes, and then pointed to Camilla and made an outward sweeping motion with both hands as he looked up and around.I think I get it, thought Camilla. ‘I.