I smiled back. He pointed toward the master bedroom at the end of the open hallway. I walked ahead to the doorway and paused. It was then that he move...d behind me, slightly to my right side and slid a hand softly on my ass and leaned in to smell my cologne. My butterflies were gone, whether it was the scotch or I was just that comfortable with him at that point, I wasn’t sure. I melted when he whispered in my ear, “Love your cologne and your ass,” as he firmly clasped my ass. I sighed and let my. It was as if nature was determined not to go quietly. The last flush of energy before the long sleep of winter was spent in a spectacular display of visual glory. She dressed for the season. Light, floating summer dresses gradually gave way to jeans, heavier fabrics, boots and scarves. The brightness of summer fashion fading into the deeper shades of denim, mahogany and ochre. While her friends complained about summer lost, Sara rejoiced in the increasing crispness in the air that brought a. Then took her to a bench and asked her to lay down, facing upwards. I checked the paper on her pussy. It had a few drops of her piss, which she would have done while she was hit on her boobs.I showed the paper to her and told her to be ready for another punishment. She didn’t say anything. But her eyes were pleading to allow her to pee. I knew it would be uncontrollable for her now. I asked her to get up and crawl on all fours and took her to the washroom.While she was walking, the weights on. ‘Think about his hands on you’ he whispers as he moves away. I lie quietly and listen to the sounds around me, the leaves rustling in the trees, the cars moving down the street, an occasional engine dying and a door opening, a metal chink as Mark’s gate rattles in the breeze. I let my mind drift back to that night at the bar and that other man’s hands undressing me, his skin against mine. Then I feel a weight return. He is sitting above my chest his back to me. I move my hands up his back and.