MADELEINE BOULLIER<br/><br/>The place was beginning to fill up with the lunchtime crowd. We had made friends with a few people over the days and I nodded and smiled to some as they came in, exchanging a few words. Some wore swimsuits, some had thrown on wraps, a few like us were naked.<br/><br/>I was peckish but didn't want to overeat. I had plans for this afternoon and a stomach full of food wouldn't be wise. I lifted a finger to Ekira and ordered a Greek salad, a green salad and some Homous and warm pitta breads. When the food came I picked up a finger of the bread, dipped it in the chick pea paste and fed it to Mai in small bites. I watched her mouth open to receive, her small tongue lift and come forward to take the piece of bread and then close, biting down. I watched her chew while I took sips of our drink.<br/><br/><strong>"How is the bottom?"</strong>I asked her, referring to the heavy stainless steel plug she wore inserted in her rear, the red jewelled base of it just visible between her cheeks as she walked. Right now, on her bar stool it didn't show though it would be pushed up deeper into her body. I like using objects on Mai, being so petite big dildos and plugs are huge on her and stretching her flesh was especially pleasing, given that it hurt so. Then again, I knew she loved it, while feeling pain, or being bound, or preferably both, she was happiest. This particular plug wasn't so large, though it's weight was a constant reminder of its presence.<br/><br/>(http://www.sexshop2000.com/images/js700.jpg)