'I do think I can help you.' Suddenly, my gloved hands grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the wall. I pushed my body against her, and the smell of m...y leather clothes filled her nostrils. 'What...?' She asked. I smiled slightly.'They say there is no aphrodisiac,' I said. 'How can they say that, when we have leather? Huh?' She shook her head. 'Isn't that why you came?' I asked. 'You want the aphrodisiac. You want to turn on and be turned on. You want... sex. Don't you?' My right hand still. After a while I passed out. A little later on I woke up to someone massaging my feet. It took a minute but then it hit me, the tights were still on! I started to freak out silently but that's when she spoke. In this weird, creepy voice she told me how it was OK, and she understood, and all young people liked to experiment and had fetish's. She kept massaging my feet while she spoke, sliding the tights together, and making me start to get hard. She told me that she also loved wearing those shiny. He poked his finger into her anus, then traced the flower tattoo the surrounded it. Evidently, its for her, though. He pulled his hand back, wiped his finger on the hem of her skirt. Isnt it, Belle? Yes, Master, she said. Louder. Yes, Master. Why did you bring her here? That fucking skank? Roger barked. I want to finish up the loose ends legally, John said. He walked into the dining room and pulled out a chair. Please, he motioned to Roger. Belle straightened and smoothed her dress back in. He told me that he didn't say anything to her about what he saw, especially since later on that day she gave him a blow job while he was watching TV then climbed on him and they had what he said was their best sex ever. A couple of days after he saw her in front of the computer Brian did some digging and found a bunch of emails and pictures from guys and girls. There were erotic stories and a lot of quick notes thanking her for a great time on the Internet. Brian was shocked to say the least..