I leave you hooded. At least for now.
Does it really matter what your face looks like...
"What do they call you." considers
as I rub the rawhide of my crop along your thighs.
Then a diligent slap!
"and well. What do you think of yourself."
(yes, indeed...didn't plan to stay...but then.. shrugging shifting from
Visitor to Visitor James to James J. Morgan
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"Was that naughty of me?"Smirks.
licking my lipsyes, Miss, i like it
swinging my hips slightly, pushing my butt into the direction i expect the crop
watching what seems like a shifting identity
eyes moving but not looking down... openly facing You (both?)
"Interesting. you like it?"
smiles more, caressing your ass with my crop
while we chatted.
curious about girls lurking in such a place
oh! feeling the crop on my ass cheek though lightly
i know that kind of instrument. It is fascinating, in the hands of an experienced Handler.
you're welcome small smile, looking you over
now?
hesitating but glancing
little smile of thanks
Enters for Sunday brunch.
"good girl."
swatting your butt lightly with my crop, as you go.
"Mmmmmmm I lied."Kissing you some more, tongues twisting in their mouths.
time
i follow the chain easily, having learned not to protest
my bare feet feel the straw
Yes, Miss ... As You say, for "security"
I thought you said?????
Mmmmphhh 👄👄👄👄
Giggles and throws herself at you to kiss you deeply."Mmmmmmm right here."
Giggles some more.
"This is a stables. Do you ride?"
opens a stall. And leads you inside, by your chain.
"For security!"