I ran my hand down over her firm stomach but instead of continuing down between her legs, I stopped where her thin landing strip of pubic hair began, ...and then swept my hand across and down her left inner thigh, kneading her flesh. Her breathing had paused in anticipation of where she’d hoped my fingers would explore and she now groaned in frustration, her pubic bone lifting as if trying to find something to press against. The chain of the cuffs rattled noisily against the bed head as my. I was asleep, and thenwoke up to use the bathroom. When I realized where I was and what Iwas, I wanted to laugh -- I couldn't use the bathroom, or eat, orbreathe, or anything! I lifted my head an received a rude shock: therewas The Mistress, standing right in front of me, silently staring at me.I stared back -- it felt like a really bad idea, but I couldn't helpmyself.After about a minute, she spoke: "...Are you even alive in there?" shemuttered through her scarf. Though I couldn't determine. He had to be mature, caring and responsible. She was certainly attractive, but she was still just another young lady that deserved nothing but respect. Clem moved across the room and sat down in the old easy chair. He was momentarily exhausted from all the excitement. This was his normal position each evening, starting with the evening news and ending with a late night comedy show. He would snap on and see what his three good channels had to offer. But, right now he had this special. I opened the door and climbed into the back seat.The car had probably only been there a few minutes but it was already warm inside, and getting hotter by the minute. I looked around and found that everything was in place as he had said it would be. Drawing a deep breath and hoping I was not an utter fool I took off my shirt, shoes, and socks, and placed them in a cloth bag that lay on the back seat. I then put the bag on the front seat. Two sets of manacles lay on the floor, each attached by a.