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A Trip To The Wintergarden
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Greg's mind wandered back to how this had all began...
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Kathryn had won a weekend for two at The Wintergarden in Washington
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D.C. Despite the problems going on between them, they were still
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going out. Greg smiled, some of the problems were definitely
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her fault, but he _had_ contributed to a lot of the conflict...
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But it wasn't _his_ fault that he tended to have a jealous nature.
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Since neither of them were very good at apologizing, things
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just SAT between them. Maybe this weekend....
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Finally the weekend came. Greg stopped by the florist shop
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early in the morning, and then quickly drove to Kathryn's apartment
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in a white limousine (her favorite color) to surprise her. After all,
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he grinned, since she won a weekend at the hotel and invited me, I
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can at least provide the right transportation! He rang the bell as he
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swiftly put the twelve white roses he had purchased behind his back.
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Looking quite business-like in a white suit and her red hair
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swept up into a bun, Kathryn opened the door and motioned him in,
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she was talking to someone on the phone. Greg sighed, how could
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someone look so hot in a business suit? Keeping his hand behind his
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back and trying to look natural about it, Greg eased into the apartment
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and stood just inside the door next to the small table where a small
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porcelain lamp and the telephone sat.
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"Okay....so do you think...? Right. Yes....Fine just as long
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as everything is taken care of...I'll be there shortly...'Bye."
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Greg's mind began to wander. How was she going to meet anyone
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when they had planned to spend the whole day together? As she hung up
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the phone and came over to him, he smiled and bent to kiss her. As his
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lips brushed hers he brought the roses from behind his back and reached
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around her to place them on the table. He hugged her close and then
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held her away from him with a frown.
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"Who was that on the phone? I thought that we were supposed to spend
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the entire day _together_!"
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"We are!" she responded with a grin.
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"Then who was that?" Greg demanded.
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"The Hotel, Silly!" Kathryn giggled at his expression.
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"And what about _those_?" he pointed.
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Kathryn spun around, "Huh? Hey! I didn't..." then as she reached for
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the card, she smiled. "I love you, Sweetheart!" She hugged him close.
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They stood locked in embrace, loving just being this close together.
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Finally Greg cleared his throat, "I think we'd better get going if we
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actually plan on getting there."
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Kathryn smiled and reached for her coat. Greg helped it on,
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and then strode to the door and outside. As Kathryn reached the door,
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she saw the limousine parked outside. "Now who the heck would park...."
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Her voice trailed off as she saw Greg pull out the keys and open the door.
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He stood holding the door as she walked out in surprise.
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"Your door, M'Lady," He intoned in his most serious sounding voice.
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Kathryn laughed, then acting out the part, "Thank you, James."
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"James?! Now wait a minute...first off, the name is Gregory..."
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"And mine is _not_ Malady...malady indeed! Misfortune maybe, but
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_not_ malady."
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Greg grinned. "Your *ahem* door Miss Fortune."
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Kathryn laughed giving in, and got into the car.
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They soon arrived at The Wintergarden and went to their suite
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10th floor, with a commanding view of the city. It was definately posh
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and high class. Both Kathryn and Greg realized how much the room would
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have cost without the contest...too much!
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Deep blue drapes framed the large glass windows facing the bay, and the
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sunlight sparkled through, dancing off the walls. They entered, their
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feet almost seeming to sink into the deep lush carpet...
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The room was done in rich burgundy tones and in the midst of it all
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was a HUGE brass waterbed. But what was that? Instead of the normal
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plain oak headboard, there was a brass inlay. The headboard was ornately
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carved in curves, circles, and swirls, a rather nice design. And the more
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that they looked at it, the more they saw balls and female breasts hidden
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subliminally in the design. No, that COULDN'T be. It just must be the way
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that they were feeling, right? Or WAS it intentional? Either way, they liked
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the lust-filled feeling that they had.
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Kathryn went into the bathroom, not only to relieve herself,
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but to get ready for the evening to come. As she looked in the
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mirror she stood thinking about her and Greg.
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"He can be a sweet guy at times," she thought to herself. "But
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other times, no matter how nice I am to him, he just doesn't think
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about me, and his same chauvinistic side keeps coming up at the
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wrong times. That gets him into more trouble. . ."
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As she stood in thought, she realized that she could hear
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music softly playing. "That's odd," she thought, " I don't remember
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seeing a radio." She strained to hear what it was, but couldn't
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make it out through the door.
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When she came out a few minutes later, Greg, clad only in
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his bikini underwear, sat in a chair facing the bed. The music was
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soft and relaxing, Simon & Garfunkel was it? As she looked around
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for the source, she noticed a pile near the bed covered with two
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towels. "Now what," Kathryn wondered, "is he up to?"
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Greg got up, slowly walked to her, and gave her a big hug.
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"I love you," he whispered in her ear. He gave her a kiss and pulled
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her shirt away from her body before he started unbuttoning it. That
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way she wouldn't be sexually excited...at least not yet he smiled.
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Then he attacked her skirt in the same manner.
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"Have a seat," Greg offered. He smiled at her confusion;
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she was happy, relaxed, but definitely confused nonetheless. She sat.
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Greg took her right hand in his, and started to massage it.
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His left hand slipped under the towel to the pump bottle. He started
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to massage a creme into her hand. It felt really nice, and Kathryn
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just sat enjoying it. After weeks of work, her hands felt so much
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better now. "You never realize just how tight your muscles are," she
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thought.
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Greg repeated the same thing with her left hand, gently, but
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firmly massaging in the creme, until her hands seemed to melt into his.
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Then he let her hands lie gently on the arms of his chair, carefully
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kneading in the creme. He glanced at her breasts, "those are still a
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long way off," he sighed to himself. He picked up her right hand, and
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slipped his other hand beneath the towels for a second, it returned
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with a small bottle of nail polish. He opened it wordlessly and
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began to polish her nails. Kathryn let out a sigh, and Greg smiled,
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she was _really_ enjoying this. Greg was careful with the polish.
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He TRIED to give her a professional job. It was caring, and turned out
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neater than he expected. He did the same with her other hand, until all
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ten of her fingers were a neatly polished white. Then he slipped off
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the chair, and turned his intentions to her toenails, and began to
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polish them as well. Kathryn intently watched his careful strokes,
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until all 10 toenails had likewise been neatly polished white.
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Next Greg reached under the towels again, this time pulling
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out some liquid cupped in a hand. His hands gently slid along Kathryn's
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arms, smoothed by the massage oil. He led her arms, gently urging her
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to lay down. She took the hint and did so.
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Kathryn sighed as Greg's hands gently rubbed and massaged away
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the toil and trouble which the weeks had accumulated. His hands moved
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gently to the sounds of the CD, gently progressing up her arms. Wherever
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he touched he could feel her soft skin melting under his hands. He
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hummed along with the music as he worked up her arms to her shoulders.
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Her shoulders were _tight_ as always. "I'll just have to take care
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of THAT, he thought. It took a while to loosen all of the muscles there.
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But he tried to be patient, kneading, rolling and pushing the knots away. When
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Kathryn's shoulders were finally smooth and loose, he started progressing
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down her back, fully covering it with the oil, and massaging it in.
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When he finished her back, he slowly worked his way to her thighs.
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He carefully avoided between the thighs, as this massage was to RELAX her.
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and then moved on to her calves. "Kathryn has really nice looking legs.
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They feel really nice too" He thought, his mind wandering. .
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As he continued to work away at the tensions in her body,
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Kathryn started to drift, her thoughts slowly focusing on the different
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sensations she was experiencing. As he massaged her legs she could
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almost see them in her mind going from rock to jelly, but feeling
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_so_ good! As his hands began to trace her thighs, she grew excited
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thinking about where his hands would travel next. It had been a _long_
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time since she had been truly satisfied, and the thought of that
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satisfaction in her mind warmed her insides like hot soup on a cold
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day. She hoping Greg wouldn't notice the wetness at her crotch. The massage
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felt too good. For the time being. . .
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But then he moved on to her feet, caressing them gently, spending a
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lot of time and attention on the soles. Then he turned her over and
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worked up from her ankles to her legs to her stomach, carefully kneading every
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inch of flesh that his hands encountered.
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When he was done, he lovingly looked at her. When Kathryn's
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green eyes finally opened, he softly asked "Did I MISS anywhere?" If
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she doesn't feel like sex, Then I'm not going to force her, he thought.
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A sly smile crossed Kathryn's lips. "Yes. I think you did...."
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Greg was already prepared. 8-)
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"Oh?" he asked, pouring the oil into his hands in full view of
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her. Her smile changed into an open gape. Yes, she KNEW what was
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coming, just ANTICIPATING.
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With his hands fully oiled, he massaged a ring around her breasts.
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Her breathing quickened in kind. He let his right hand spiral slowly
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up toward her nipple, leaving his left to dally at the base. Her breasts
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felt soft and supple beneath his oily hand, as it slid around and around,
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spiraling closer...closer...closer and...now. She let out a groan as
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his fingertips grazed her erect nipple. Spiral...and again. This got
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another groan of pleasure. As his right hand flicked at her nipple, his
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left began the spiral upwards. Kathryn's eyes opened wide in ecstasy. In
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full view Greg licked his lips. This got a yell. She knew what was coming,
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and had been looking forward to this for too too long! Greg loved it when
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she was vocal! He bent his head down...down...and let his lips surround
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her nipple as his left hand tightened on her breast. Then a touch of
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the tongue. "She's LOVING it!" He thought, "And after we bathe, I'll get
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MY pleasure."
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"Last one in is a rotten egg!" Greg teased as he opened
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the door and raced for the bed. He pounced on it. The wave on
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the waterbed rebounded off of the sides, hitting Greg, nearly
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throwing him back OFF the bed.
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*sigh* Boys will be boys. And he even left the door open.
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*sigh* Drafts. Kathryn slid him a sly smile as she shut the door
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behind him. She finished toweling off, then grabbed her surprises,
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and wrapping a towel around herself, she headed into the room, with
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her hands behind her back.
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"Hon, I love you." Greg whispered, as he wrapped his arms around
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her in a big hug. "I love you too." She whispered in return. She
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slowly strapped one of his hands into one of the restraints she had.
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This got a quizzical look from Greg's face. "Her towel feels ODD"
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he thought. And now the next hand. Greg pulled his hands from behind
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her back. "What are these things on my wrists?" He wondered. By
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this time, Kathryn'd followed one of his wrists, tying it to a bed leg.
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"Ay! Why. . . ?" Greg started.
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Kathryn pushed out her breasts a bit. Greg's eyes were quickly diverted.
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And widened. His mouth went agape. Kathryn took the opportunity to
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strap down Greg's other hand. "*sigh* He's SO predictable. . . "
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She took out the matching pair of ankle cuffs and strapped them on.
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Greg was saying something, but she just ignored it. She was so happy
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that she got these restraints. Nicely padded on the inside, so that
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they didn't hurt her Greggy. . .
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"Hmm..." Kathryn mused looking down at her captive. "I think that
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I'll go into the bathroom and put on something a bit more...COMFORTABLE."
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She stood up, went to her suitcase, and started sifting through it....
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picking a few...KEY items, that were _sure_ to get Greg HOT; his FAVORITE
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ones. She gathered them up, and walked to the bathroom, being careful
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not to show her choices to her captive.
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She entered the bathroom, and shut the door. As she turned around
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she noticed a large box on the sink, wrapped in green wrapping paper. A
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card read:
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As she proceeded to rip open the package, she realized that she was grinning
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from ear to ear. She quickly ripped off the paper, finding inside a white
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box from Victoria's Secret! Her smile grew even more.
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She opened it to find ...WHITE STOCKINGS??? "But I already HAVE
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half a drawer FULL of stockings!" She thought, then reconsidered with a sigh.
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"Well, if THAT's what he wants, then THAT'S what he gets!" She carefully
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opened the package, letting the stockings unfold. "Hey! It's a....BODY
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STOCKING!" A devilish grin
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spread across her face. " Greg deserves ANYTHING he wants. If he wants to
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be teased, this is _just_ the means to do it!" Ideas flew through her mind
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at lightening speed and she found herself getting hot at the thought of his
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reactions. "Yes. He'll get teased all right!"
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She rolled up the stocking. It even covers the ARMS? She stepped
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through the neck hole and began unrolling it up one leg. She sighed.
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It was was as SHEER as any of them were! Then she unrolled it up the next
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leg, smoothing it as she did so. Then she rolled it up her stomach...
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It didn't have the standard cotton crotch, it had NO crotch! An elastic
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lined hole for the more. . . INTIMATE areas.
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Kathryn's mind wandered back to when she first shaved. Greg
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loved it. *sigh* It was the only time that he'd seen fit to excite
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her enough during foreplay. Oh Greg, how that'll change tonight. How
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that will CHANGE tonight!
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Greg was in for the TEASING of his life! She rolled up one stocking
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arm and shimmied her arms into it. That was pretty hard! Worth it though...
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'Cause he'll be even HARDer! She let out a giggle. The stocking covered
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her arm all the way up to the fingers, even covering the palm and the back
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of her hand with a narrow band of silkiness between the thumb and the fore-
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finger. And now for the second arm. She shimmied into that one also.
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Her head poked through the stocking, the neckline was lined with lace,
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with a delicate looking pearl bow at the center. Her neck had plenty
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of room to spare. Good. No choking.
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Kathryn looked at herself in the mirror. She looked downright HOT.
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The lace around the neckline was exquisite! The skin of her neck blended
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smoothly into the stocking. She ran her hand across her side to see what
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it felt like, and her hand just GLIDED across it. This will be FUN. . . !
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She stood there a few minutes longer admiring herself and then turned her
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attentions to the other things at hand...
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First and foremost. Wet and insert the vaginal sponge. After all,
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SOMEONE'S got to take care of those details, and Greg...really isn't in
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a position to do it at the moment!
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She reached back and released her hair from the tight bun, and then
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gave it a few brushstrokes so that her curls literally flowed about
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her shoulders.
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Then a dab of makeup. Not any that will wipe off. A bit of lavender
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eyeshadow, blending into a light pink as it nears the eyes. . .
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Assured by the mirror that she was perfect, she stepped from the bathroom.
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As he heard the door opening, Greg turned his head toward it,
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and then felt faint with desire as Kathryn stepped from the bathroom.
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His mouth dropped agape. She looked more beautiful to him than the
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Queen of all temptresses, Eve herself. He felt his breath quicken.
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Kathryn slowly strode up to the side of the bed. Greg reached
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out to touch her stockinged leg. The reach went about 2 inches before
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being suddenly stopped by the restraint. "Oops. Just gunna hafta fix
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that." Kathryn said, with a note of mild amusement in her voice. She
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reached out toward Greg's bound hands, her breasts dangling over Greg's
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face. Then she pulled the strap that tightened the cuff around the bed
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leg. "All fixed." She smiled.
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She then made sure that the other three limbs were securely
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fastened to the bed legs.
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"Now where were we?. . ." Kathryn began.
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Greg spoke up. "You look wonderful in that body stocking."
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An evil grin came across Kathryn's face. Her stockinged arm trailed up
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Greg's leg. Higher. . . and higher. Closer to his penis, which was quickly
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making a bee-line for the ceiling. And then she took a firm hold of Greg's
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balls. Not tight enough to cause pain, but firm enough to be NOTICED. "I
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think I want you SILENT." she said. She glanced up toward her captive's face.
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He was looking down, mouth agape, the fear apparent in his eyes. When she
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looked up, he nodded yes in response. "Good. I THOUGHT you'd see things my
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way. I'm happy that we agree with each other. Let's keep it that way, shall
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we?" Greg squirmed, then nodded yes again in reply.
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Kathryn continued idly stroking Greg's legs with her stockinged arms.
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She smiled as Greg's member got harder and harder. And she climbed onto the
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bed, head towards his feet, sliding all over Greg, watching him squirm in
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his bonds. Every few minutes, Greg would look at Kathryn, open his mouth to
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say something, then remember, and keep silent.
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Kathryn started to slowly work her way down, inching her lips to Greg's
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cock, which was busy humping her breasts. She then sat up, forcing her slit
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into Greg's mouth, and taking his cock in her hand. She started to s-l-o-w-l-y
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stroke up and down. Greg took the hint, and started licking. The faster that
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he licked, she'd stroke faster and harder. A little faster and harder. She
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of course needed to give him an incentive.
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As Greg was licking in a frenzy, Kathryn was stroking leisurely. At best.
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But Greg's tongue DID feel nice. It felt so exciting to KNOW that he's not
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going to stop, not going to tire out. Not THIS time. This time, SHE was in
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control. She put her spot right where Greg's tongue was licking. He never
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DID care where down there he licked. It's all the same to him. Or WAS. Not
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any more my wonderful. . . But now it felt SO good! She shifted her spot
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back to where Greg's tongue was licking. Just a few licks got her going wild
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again. Kathryn was shaking and gasping. Her stockinged body was trashing
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about Greg's.
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As Greg was getting excited more and more from the gasps and from the
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stockings, Kathryn was stroking his cock less and less. He couldn't QUITE get
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over the edge. So he stopped licking. Instantly, Kathryn's hand grabbed a
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hold of Greg's balls. Nothing needed to be said. Greg started licking as
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HARD as he could, as QUICK as he could. He'd just gotten a quick lesson about
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control.
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Greg's harder licking really excited Kathryn! And faster! And I can make
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him do this as LONG as I want! His tongue feels so good! And he won't s-stop.
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He wwiiillllll. . . Kathryn yelled out. The waves of pleasure coming from her
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crotch made her body shudder, then tense, and make that so, SO good feeling
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in her crotch, spreading through her body.
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Kathryn collapsed into a sobbing heap on top of Greg, hugging him at
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every opportunity. Greg, in turn, retried his bonds, then enjoyed the view
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of Kathryn's wet spot. Kathryn turned around to face Greg. The feeling of
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Kathryn's stockinged body turning around on him made his face instantly
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brighten. Kathryn knelt down over him, hugging his shoulders and kissing him
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lavishly on the lips. "I love you. I love you _so_ much!" After a contented
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sigh, she went back to assessing her captive.
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His penis was _still_ erect. He sure did like these stockings! So do
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I. . . I might as well just smooth myself across him then.
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Greg was getting really excited. Kathryn had his member between her
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thighs, then started sliding up and down and up and down! He started to get
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dizzy, and his eyes lost their focus. This always happened before he came.
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She always loved it. He let out a moan. Kathryn stopped moving. Greg
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immediately bucked up toward her. His hips moved about an inch before being
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stopped by his bonds. He looked up pleadingly toward her. "C'mon hon!
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Please!" Kathryn looked back down at him. "I thought that you wanted to be
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SILENT." She said sternly. He threw his arms up to grab her. This only sent
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a few ripples down the bed.
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Kathryn slid off the bed, again standing over Greg's bound form. She
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touched the underside of his prick. Greg jerked in response, sending ripples
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across the bed. Kathryn enjoyed the way the ripples looked. So she touched
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him again. This got the same response from Greg, and the same ripples from the
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bed. Kathryn continued a few more times, amused by the ripples on the bed,
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until Greg's heavy breathing brought her out of her daze. She put a finger
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to her lips. "Sssshhhhhh" Her mind wandered. "I don't think that you DESERVE
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to come yet. What have you done for ME in the past few months?" Greg opened
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his mouth to speak, but Kathryn's finger at her mouth kept him silent.
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"And how often have you called me by my NAME? I think that you should ALWAYS
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call me by NAME this weekend. Don't you agree?" She looked over at him,
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getting no reply. She grabbed the base of his cock. "Don't you agree?" She
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asked again. Greg nodded his head yes. "Oh. You may speak. Do you agree?"
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Kathryn said. "Yes." Greg stammered, then quickly corrected himself.
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"Yes, Kathryn."
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"You know what I've been seeing? You're only agreeing with me when I
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have my hands on your cock. Now if we're going to get along well this
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weekend, something's got to be done. Right?"
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"Yes, Kathryn." Greg was wondering what she was getting into. Or
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what HE was getting into.
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"I prepared for this very case." She pulled a hinged cockring seemingly
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out of nowhere. Greg's eyes went wide. "Bu-bu-uh" Greg stammered. Kathryn
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ignored him, and wrapped the ring around the base of his cock. She slid a
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small shiny padlock, and slid it through the latch above Greg's penis. It
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shut with an all too audible "CLICK." She snapped a braided leash onto the
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padlock, then turned to look at Greg. "Let's start again, shall we?"
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----- Marc and Re'ah -----
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