“She certainly is the best London dominatrix,“ Jack said with a grin.

“Jolly right old chap!” Bob patted his new friend on the back, “I told you so”

“That red ostrich feather boa of hers is pure sweetness when it touches your body as she is whipping you.” Jack sighed and straightened his hat.

‘Tell me did you get handcuffed to the bed with those fuzzy handcuffs?” Bob almost giggled aloud at the memory of his last visit, but thought better of it. He simply grinned instead.

If you were to ask Bob, he would say being handcuffed to the bedpost by Naomi, the beautiful raven-haired woman was the best experience a man could pay for.

“Red handcuffs! Bob, they were a bit too tight but they added so much to the experience.” Jack held up his wrists so Bob could see the deep purplish grooves.