.. play-time..." kiss" "... is..."kiss* She lingers on the last kiss on his chin, then finishes millimeters away from his lips: "... over." She kisses... him passionately and promises to follow through on her warning with her tongue tracing and playing in his mouth. "You're my slave, bound and at my disposal," she continues as she gets on the bed, first with one knee, "and as a good slave, you are there to please me, your mistress, not the other way around." Both her legs are now on the bed, one. You be sure to let me know if he so much as speaks out of turn." I then watched the bulbous backside of the ginger woman strut through the second set of doors, my cock stiff with excitement in its tiny trap. The receptionist smiled wickedly at me; she was enthralled to have control over me as I sat in silence. Another 10 minutes passed and then the elegant Miranda appeared at the second doors. She looked at me without smiling."Come!" I meekly left the chair and followed her to a very ornate Art. Sandra noticed that I was looking at someone else and turned right as Jan sat next to her. Sandra and Jan hugged one another so I assumed they knew each other. They talked quietly for a few moments but Jan kept looking over at me. Finally Sandra reached around and took my hand. She also had Jans hand as well. We sat there in silence. After a few odd seconds Jan looked over at me and said, “Hi, how are you doing?” I told her I was doing just fine. I looked at Sandra and then at Jan and said,. Though any sex between any us, would not likely to be involved in that invite.” I said.“Now what exactly are you going to do when Russell Beakens comes looking for you? And you do know that he is going to be very upset when he comes looking for you two?” I asked both Sasha and Mika. “I don’t know, but I am so afraid of what he might do though.” Mika said. I excused myself and called my trusty lawyer. In less than an hour there was an associate of the firm speaking with both Mika and Sasha. A.