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Meet for coffee and...dinner prep & clothes pins...
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Several weeks later latte's were consumed and chris devulged some goals in life as I glanced across the table instead of through safety glass at the bank wondow. A loose collar and a necklace that went where I wanted to be draped down beyond her buttons moving with each breath she took, the discussion turned to the money mishap and that fifteen bills were not correct and that chris would have to come over and make us a meal to clear her dicrepency. I leaned over and said she would get a shopping list and a budget to ahear to and promptness is required, my finger bent and went down under her top button her soft mounds heaving as I brushed there soft fur. looking in my eyes she agreed but then was informed of the contract placed in front of her she must review and approve before we began, the pages began innocently enough as she initialed each but turned beet red as she ventured several pages down the pile. the wife said she only had to approve the ones she was ok with and she looked at both of us and then reviewd every one turning several shades of red getting to the last page, leaning back she took a deep breath and got her calender.
The whole pile meant several days off would be needed and she arranged for some late weekdays off and did the shopping as instructed, chris arrived and began cooking the meal and we came in and inspected her performance. We told her she was overdressed and go put on the attire we put out for her, dashing out she was back in a few minutes in her new cooking outfit of panties and a corset that needed adjusting. I had her lift her arms and stretch so it could be laced more snug supporting her body and showing her leanness. She was making salad and went over to the sink and with the lettuce in a bowl she let out a gasp, her bottom just got thwacked and she is told to continue so she composes herself and washes the lettuce while her butt is turned red with tracks. Hands on the counter while the lettuce soaks and with a handful of hair I smack her leggs her hands gripping the counter for support, her breaths grow deep so I go get and apply clothes pins to her sides pinching them hard as applied then moving her feet apart I pinch her stomach and add some there too.
Chris aways and breaths slow and steady my hands twisting the clothes pins and pinching them, her body jearks a little each time the sensation runs through her senses. I tell her to lean her head back and breath deeper and to stretch long filling her lungs more effectivly, she obays without hesitation managing the new senstaions better as I leave her to wash the lettuce telling her not to remove anything from her body.
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Posted on : May 12, 2010
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