She jumped; let out half a squeak. I chuckled. I rubbed the belt over her ass—it was very soft leather (for a reason)--then slid it down between her... legs. "Are you going to be on time next time, slavegirl?" "Yes, sir." 31 landed across the middle of her already red ass, leaving two nice lines across it, just below number 30. "Are you going to bring the cuffs, as ordered?" "Yes, sir." Two more nice lines, just a little harder and just below the last set. "Are you going to be a good slave?" She. She responded quickly, maybe but perhaps fewer people. As a parting shot I asked if she wanted to go next month. As I reached the stairs - She called out -Maybe!Sunday evening I logged in to our profile on the swingers site, two single guys had contacted us and there was also a message from Will and Cherie, I deferred the single guys and then read Will's message, it just said - check your e-mails.I opened it and read.Hope you both enjoyed last night! The group certainly enjoyed your company.. ’ She saw visions of ancient battles, with a dark ill-favored people against the shining tuatha, upon a field awash with blood. ‘Magh Tuiredh, where we vanquished the Fir Bolg.’ Lugh said, and the images continued. Before them stood three heroic figures, like in form as brothers. standing alone against a mighty tide of foes. ‘The sons of Uisliu, who for Naoisi’s love of Deirdre, died in battle to the treachery of Eoghan Mac Durthact and Conchobar Mac Nessa.’ Before them stood a man and a woman,. I caught hold of her waist and one hand holding her hand. Like a French/English dance. Her body was touching mine. And her boobs were touching and pressing against my chest.I slowly started pressing her body more and more. And slowly started kissing her neck. She closed her eyes. This was a good positive sign for me. i slowly moved my right hand on her boobs and started pressing it. i pressed her nipples on her t-shirt. Forgot to say, she was wearing a 3/4 jeans & t-shirt. i kissed her lips for.