Sally’s eyes offer a clue to the person inside. They are luminous, expressive orbs that hint of innocence lost and never regained, eyes that have se...en much of the world and of life, not all of it good. And there is something else in those eyes, a bare reflection of an inner fire that burns white-hot at certain moments in her life, when she sheds her proper outer shell and enters her secret world. The eyes are the window to the soul, and thus Sally tries to keep her eyes obscured as much as. I was telling I am alone too and I know how long distance can suck etc, as we kept talking, we came into topic of sex. I told her I am not sure I want to tell you but I have a lot of fantasies and you may not like them.She said its all good and she wanted to know. I told her I love to control and dominate women in bed, I said I enjoy extreme control. She got so interested and kept asking me tell me more details etc, so I said I will love to call you names like slut, bitch, whore etc, have you. Her nipples were already hard from the cold but the unexpected touch fired an electric shock into her groin. ‘You realise that you are making me do something that I could be sacked for?’ he said. She just stared at his face, it was so close and she couldn’t take her eyes off his lips. ‘You’re very bad and you need to learn the error of your ways. Don’t you agree?’ She nodded. ‘Yes Sir, whatever you say Sir.’ She was trembling now, torn between bolting and surrendering. Years of suppression. Which Ellen diplomatically ignored as she ordered, "Turn aroundand let me see how your look from the rear."George felt like he was a wounded gazelle about to be devoured by ahungry lion. With his back to Ellen, she tightened the straps on histop, they were so snug his fax nipples tented out the mesh top. Thenshe hiked up his shorts. George found himself in a tiny thong with atriangle of material of nylon that barely covered his genitals. To makeit worse, a thin cord was drawn up between the.