staring...at...then in...then at her again...

A lot of those corks might be in a different account that Suzanna held.

Present

dark orbs squint back at You

lurks

feeling hot, yet shivering a little in the breeze

looking you over
a closer look
at your eyes

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

Daily specials

"Was that naughty of me?"

Smirks.

licking my lips

yes, 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.