<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Sloan-sabbith-square-w352.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Miranda Hot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bedroom #3<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tami<hr/><br/><strong>"Draw circles on it?  Hmm, I'm not crazy about that idea.  If I'm going to make some marks on your ass, Tami, it's going to be with my bare hand, or some other kind of impact tool.  And you're ass is definitely not too big.  I mean, I can't stop looking at it, and I really just want to run my hands over it.  Like this."</strong><br/><br/>Miranda's hands went down Tami's back to the curves of her big beautiful butt.  She moved her hands in circles over Tami's ass.<br/><br/><strong>"Mmm, what an ass you have, Tami.  Great for touching.  But I bet it's great for other things, too.  Like grabbing."</strong><br/><br/>Miranda squeezed the globes of flesh.<br/><br/><strong>"And spreading."</strong><br/><br/>Still squeezing the generous mound of butt, she moved her hands to the side.<br/><br/><strong>"And, one of my personal favorites, spanking."</strong><br/><br/>She gave Tami a gentle wack on each cheek through her pants.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, you're missing out if you're all tied up, Tami.  That just means you're helpless to defend yourself while your partner has their way with you.  How does that sound?  Being so vulnerable while someone you drive wild with lust can do whatever they want with your hot body?  Does that turn you on, Tami?  Does it make you hot?"</strong><br/><br/>Miranda was pressing her chest into Tami's back, cooing in her ear, tugging on the hair on the back of her head.<br/><br/><strong>"Ooh, I'd love to keep you in a cage.  You'd be my own personal pet.  I'd keep you there until I'm ready to play with you.  Then I let you out.  But you're a pet, so only hands and knees for you, baby.  I think you'd look so good with a collar around your neck, with a leash attaching it to my hand."</strong><br/><br/>Miranda's hands were going around to Tami's front now, running up and down her belly, reaching under her shirt, fingertips brushing against the bottom edge of her bra and the waistband of her panties.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, humiliation sounds like fun.  I love doing that.  With a sexy babe like you, with your hot body and pretty face, I can think of lots of ways to humiliate you.  Maybe I'd take you out to dinner, but you wouldn't be allowed to talk.  If anyone tried to talk to you, I would speak for you.  I would order your meal for you, even if the server asked you what you wanted.  I would even tell the server that you're not allowed to speak, that you're being punished for being a bad girl.  And then I'd ask you if that was right and you'd nod your head.  Then when the food came, I would start eating but wouldn't give you permission until I was halfway done.  And even then, I would feed you, because you're not allowed to use your hands just like you're not allowed to use your mouth."</strong><br/><br/>Miranda lifted Tami's shirt over her breasts, exposing her bra covered breasts.  Then she opened up Tami's pants, pulling them down her wide hips.<br/><br/><strong>"How does that sound, Tami?  Does that sound like a fun way to spend an evening?"</strong><br/><br/>At this point, one of Miranda's hands were barely cupping one of Tami's breasts, while the other hand had fingertips inside the waistband of her panties.  It was as if Tami's answers determined what Miranda would do next to her.<br/><br/>