You were ready for it, your hands fastened to your ankles, the lubricant shining between your buttocks. Ordinarily I would just start stuffing my toy... into you but I decided to change things up a bit."I'm going to unfasten your hands," I said, reaching down to do so. "Then I want you to take off your blindfold, your gag and your cuffs. I want you completely naked. You're still the slave; you're still going to do whatever I tell you. If you touch yourself or fail to follow instructions,. How's things?"She stepped in, replying, "Hi Liz. I'm fine. Just wondered how you were".She was wearing her silk gown again, tied quite loosely. With a quick glance, I took in the deep swell of her breasts, accentuated by the fine silk material just skimming the top of her nipples. Her hair was looking marvellously wild - no way had she made herself look smart before she'd looked in!"Is everything going well between you and Abi still?" she went on, her eyes twinkling slightly I thought."Yes,. I stood there like an idiot and just looked at her.She was looking sexy in her uniform again, a short-sleeve blue top and dark blue slacks. There was a small row of multicolored bits of cloth above one breast and what might have been a nametag above the other. She had her hair up as she simply looked at me. I still couldn’t move. I knew beating another hasty retreat wouldn’t help, but I also couldn’t seem to step over to my chair. Then she moved, her hand came up and she cupped her breast. It. Here I was again in my dream, making you cry. In my dream, I told you I needed to hold you, and you said you wanted that, but that we couldn’t do it until the coffee was gone. You were crying, and I was desperate. I had to do something. I had to fix it. So I did the only thing I could think of to do. I grabbed both our cups and dumped them on the ground. We looked at each other, and I saw that your tears had stopped. In fact, it looked like you had never been crying at all. You were smiling at.