One cuff still dangling, she cupped her breasts withher hands, feeling their weight and softness. How long before she could dothis again? Her nipples,... already hard, grew firmer at the thought. Giving her breasts a valedictory squeeze, Kirsten reached behind her back,fumbled until the open cuff was in position about her right wrist, and squeezedit closed, engaging the lock. A gentle tug confirmed that it was properly inplace: Kirsten was once again handcuffed, as required by the terms of her. This was new for you but you were ok, not shocked, you seemed happy to be there. I was happy to be there as well, and I was happy to be introducing you to something new and exciting and very sexy. We talked, we laughed, I could understand that you were relaxing, feeling cool, not worried, and that made me happy. In every corner there were pairs, trios, groups, touching each other. You came close to me because you were not happy that men wanted to touch you. Every man who walked by us passed. ” “C’mon, please.” “No. All you need to know is that I am handling it. What do you think, Chardonnay or Riesling, and should we get some red too?” “All of the above, and beer. Lots of beer.” “What about Vodka, Gin, and Whiskey?” “Take a bottle of each, but nothing too expensive.”As I pushed the trolley, Linda began to take bottles from the shelves. I watched her pert ass while she stretched her body to reach for them. I had fucked her that morning and the memory made my cock hard again. I let. Could I stay with you instead of the hotel, please?” “It will cost you,” I told her. I could hear her heavy breathing. “What will it cost me?” “You will be treated like a whore,” I told her. I could hear her sigh. “Where are you?” I asked her. “On my bed,” she replied. “He’s out shopping with the girls.” “What are you wearing?” “Jeans, top,” she responded, “bra and pants.” “Take down your jeans.” I told her. I heard her in the background taking them down. “Done,” she said. “Now.