To Anita it looked to be some kind of skull cap with leather patches over the eyes and a clasp at the rear. “What the hell is that? Are you nuts?”...Caroline put her hands on her hips and looked at Anita. “Will you trust me? I love bondage games. Malcolm isn’t really into them, but I just adore them. This is going to be perfectly safe, trust me. Now first, what do you want your code word to be?”“Huh?”“You need a code word, so that the other person knows if they’ve gone too far.”“What about simply,. ." she whispered, then paused and took a shaky breath. "Please punish me, Sir, for... for forgetting to thank you for my gift." Her eyes closed as she braced herself for the rest. "Please paddle me, Sir."It hardly gets better than this, he thought as he watched her pretty, expressive face, still shiny with his come; saw the eager, apprehensive look in her big green eyes as she begged him to hit her bound, defenseless body with a wooden paddle. He was glad he'd fucked her face just before;. She greeted him with a warm kiss, which he quickly reciprocated."Ready?" he asked and as she nodded and locked the door, he took her hand and led her out to the limousine."Where are you taking me?" she asked brightly."I thought we could go to the Rooftop Cocktail Lounge for a couple of cocktails and then walk a couple of blocks to a nice restaurant I've found, Cables. After that it's up to you" he replied."After dinner I assumed you would take me back to your ensuite for some more champagne and. Twice. Two trails on the red soil, pebbles spread in a semblance of a country path - that should be the way up to the road. But I am not interested. I need to pee. Now! After a couple of steps to the left, I squat and pee. Oh my, what a relief!“Don dear, come out and enjoy the morning sun!” I shout his way, confident that we should be all by ourselves, surrounded by nature, on this lost road to the beach, I think. Yes! I can see the sycamores. A hundred meters ahead of our car, or less. There.