I was bound like an x. My right arm was it to my left arm at 10 my left foot 4:30 in my right foot no effort anyway. I was completely shaved from neck... to ankles. My mistress was admiring my naked flesh. She was walking herself around me and playing with all the right parts with her hands. Biting me on the neck Savage b**st. Scratching me here there with titanium like fingernails. She was just priming her prey, me that is, for what was soon to come. We had just had three-hour raw in the bedroom.. Even his time spent jacking off weren’t helping. ++++ Tristin had to run for the plane. Security was horrible and of course she had to finish a couple projects before she could leave the office. And of course the one time there is terrible traffic in San Diego at night, this was it. ‘Well, mom will just have to wait if I miss it.’ Tristin said in her head. That was not an option though. The relentless playing Christmas tune of the Little Drummer Boy, could be heard in the in the background.. She had on a wide brimmed hat that prevented me from seeing her face. However, her body did not disappoint at all. She entered the building and I could hear the elevator “ding” at each floor. The anticipation was killing me and I thought the butterflies in my stomach were going to eat my stomach in two. As I heard the elevator “ding” its fifth beep I slowly turned toward the elevator. As the doors were parting I got my first glance of Lois. She was breathtaking. She walked toward me with her. DISQUALIFICATION ROUNDRound,They hang and floatPastManly gazes and womanly ways,BeggingTo be squeezed, ogled, left alone;They changeTheir minds or change the minds of menWho seeThem and stare, formulatingA hundred reasons and a thousand waysFor their display.I myself, who love breasts best(after feminine buttocks),Have had to impose limits,SeekingOnly breasts that hang and float--At least for today.Tomorrow I may hunt for breastsWhich are shown only from the side,In profile looking like ski.