“What are you doing here, really?” Her full lips formed around the rim of her mug and she sipped. She set it down firmly before looking at me. Her... smile was coy. “I noticed you checking me out as we climbed the stairs the other day. In fact, as I climbed them today on my way here, I got a little tingle remembering. And,” she went on, “I know what you’re doing here. Cheryl told me she was helping out a friend. When I saw the two of you, though, I knew you were more than friends. She wore rings.. Finally, he stood up next to me and grabbed my hair to pull my head back f***efully. I gasped and whimpered a bit as he pointed out to her how much I was enjoying it. Placing his rather large hand on my throat, I whimpered louder and instinctively spread my thighs. Then he sat back down in his chair. I curled myself back up into a little ball of embarrassed subbie as the two of them giggled lightly at me for being so wanton. She asked me if I’d ever been with another woman and I said that I. "No, Gwen,"she said."I want you," I told her. "All of you." We've talked about this," she reminded me, as she had, it seemed, ahundred times already.We had talked about this matter, though, and I had agreed to honor andabide by her request that we not get naked--or at least not altogethernaked--going topless together was all she'd permit. I had agreed with herthat, until she was ready to do so, we would go no further than kissingand caressing. Unfortunately, it was becoming harder and harder to. “So?” the slave got up, followed by other pairs of curious eyes, as he got closer to the object of his interest.Suddenly, it was silence; Cory could feel it, thick and dangerous around him. The slave called Antoine stopped in front of him. He was a few good inches taller than the servant, so Cory had to tip his head a bit backward to keep his eyes on him.“Pretty,” Antoine commented while catching a few strands of blond hair and playing with them, by rolling them on his fingers. “Since you’re.