Jen also seemed mentally strong, if that’s the right word. There was love in her eyes, and vitality, but there was also fear. That fear contrasted w...ith her health and strength. I didn’t bring it up.Let her spend time with our son, fill her soul with his love. We could talk tomorrow.That night, as we lay in bed, she rolled to her side and lifted her leg over my knees. Kissing my ear, moving down my jaw, she slipped her hand into my Jockeys. Kissing her, I gently took her wrist and pulled her. . the last two are where the Slave and Master like to give and receive pain and humiliation. Like whips and spanking and stuff. Oh and, uh, the ‘D’ one can stand for Domination too,” I spit out awkwardly.“Oh! Uh, well, I really wouldn’t want to be humiliated! Who would want that and why?! Um ... I’ve never really thought about bondage ... I guess it might be fun to be tied up...” CC said as she trailed off thinking.“Good! I would never ever be able to humiliate someone that I loved! That’s a. Sam could not believe the sight in front of him. Was that really his sweetie little sister looking just sexy as hell. Her legs looked so smooth and soft with her shoulders and back barely covered with the spaghetti strap of her dress and pink strap of her training bra as his eyes locked on on her erect nipples. wow sis you look very umm very pretty.. Sam said clearing his throat and breaking his stare moving his eyes to her eyes with eyeshadow bringing her eyes out and lip gloss just begging. ’ I was laughing a lot now. We drank and chatted some more, then she said, ‘If I asked you to come home for a brandy, would you be pleased or disappointed if I didn’t drag you to my bedroom?’ ‘Neither. But a drink would be nice.’ It turned out that she lived fairly close to my flat, and we had a brandy and chatted some more in her comfortable and well-appointed sitting room. As I left, she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and asked me if I’d like supper with her on Wednesday. I said I’d love.