0 comments/ 6882 views/ 0 favorites New York By: aldonza I'm taking you out for cannoli. It is not, perhaps, my most subtle gesture, but last night you said you had never been to Ferrara's, and I want to introduce you to my Little Italy. It's that part of the summer when the air outside revolving doors almost shimmers, when the humidity is becoming a presence but hasn't reached its unbearable, choking August zenith. We are about to leave a deliciously air-conditioned place – the Met, of course – and probably in good time, too. Our Billy Crystal impressions ("Would you like to partake of some pecan pie?") can't have gone over well with the pack of religious summer-school aunties. Of course, the comment one of us made that they could shoot guilt out of their pores might have been the last straw. At any rate, we have just stepped into the city-haze sunlight, and without needing any rehearsal, say "Cab." The heat is too syrupy, and the walk is too long, even if we take the better subways. You volunteer that two blocks down, we'll be able to get a cab without fighting the tourist-packed line in front of the museum, so we begin strolling slowly toward the corner. I am wearing a skirt – it's nice to be without jeans or other work pants on my day off, and even in the heat it feels sweet to have air on my thighs. It has a short zipper that is supposed to rest on my side, but between our wanderings around the Met and our slow walk now, it has settled at the small of my back and begun to work itself open. You fall behind me when we stop to look at prints of kitschy photos, and it's only when I hear your soft growl and "Yes..." that I realize what's happening. I step forward to look at a print – perhaps the only unique one, in the mash of Empire State and Brooklyn Bridge shots – and lean against the table so that my ass is pushed out toward you. My hands are planted on the table on either side of my hips, and I can feel you move behind me a moment before your fingers brush my wrists. You lean against my back and say, "Let's find a cab." Before you can step away from me, I lean back into you and pull your hands up around my waist, then up under my breasts. "Let's." It's like magic, watching your hands in the air as you flag down a cab, and lovely in an old-movie way when you open the door for me and gesture for me to climb in ahead of you. If I didn't know you were waiting for me to make the next move, it would be only charming – but this is charming and hot. I brace my hands against the top and side of the doorjamb and arch my ass toward you, just a breath of time, to let you see my skirt move against my curves. As I climb into the cab, I reach behind myself with one hand and gently, slightly, tug the zipper down an inch, so that a small triangle of my lower back – the mirror image of my clit, you could say – is framed by the black cloth. As you climb in after me, your mouth forms the tight, gleeful grin that means you want to play this game. I tell the cabby the address – he promptly starts muttering into his cell phone, no doubt asking his dispatcher for directions and traffic tips, and we begin rolling down the avenue. You've set yourself up comfortably in the corner, wedged a little against the door, so that you are almost facing me. Once the driver has completely disengaged from the reality behind his safety-plastic window, I pull my leg up onto the bench seat, plant my heel on the middle seat, and ask you, "A taste, or a look?" "Do I have to choose?" "The order in which you'd like them, at least – or perhaps you'd like to help?" And you say – not entirely a command, even though the syntax makes it one – "Come here." Shrugging away from the hot seat, I slide over to you, press against you, one leg over your lap and my waist curving against your arm, which even in the heat is curled around me. "I want to feel you s-" "Squeeze, yes – and quiver?" I say. "Yes." And the cabby taps the window – some rattling about bad traffic, construction, maybe a demonstration, or just the lunch rush getting in the way – we nod, yes, fine, just keep driving, and your hand has cuddled its way beneath my skirt. You press warm, soft, determined fingers against my ass and thighs and can feel the wetness of my cunt before you reach my pussy. "Please – inside me –" And you slide your just your fingertips into my cunt, and my breath turns into a choked sigh; my neck arches, and the back of my head makes a dent in the high back of the seat. Your mouth finds a place on my neck, and your fingers curl deeper, tickling my G-spot – yes – We are below Houston, faster than we expected to be there, and rolling steadily along Lafayette with your hand stroking and fucking my cunt and our mouths tangled together. The cabby has given up asking for advice, and is aiming for the middle of Little Italy. Lafayette, with all its scaffolding and muck at Canal Street, becomes a death-trap for knowledgeable cabbies, and turns the 18-an-hour perfect midday limit into a joke. Our cell-phone happy driver leans on the break, but isn't skilled or smart enough to do it half a block back. The tires are quiet, but the jolt just above Howard Street is enough to thrust your fingers up into my cunt and press your thumb against my clit – And I've come in your hand, in the middle of New York, when the summer heat is as hot as my internal body temperature. Six blocks later – one south and five-ish east – we are eating cannoli, and I take your hand, "Let's try this – a preview – may I?" "Okay," you're skeptical, but the cannoli is delicious, as promised, and the only part of the dessert left are the chocolate shavings and some cream cheese. I run your finger over the cheese, and gently direct your fingertip to pick up the chocolate. You know the next part; your hand is in my mouth, and the mirrored wall we are sitting by turns it into a performance for the restaurant. There is only one person who notices, who we both notice: a baker, definitely one of the newbies, standing at the counter laying slices of fruit out on a tart. She has pulled her hair into a braid, which hangs down her back and stops at the top of her ass, and the moment she sees that I am – that we are – watching her watch us, she blushes pink and shakily lays out another strawberry. From C, for DB. New York, 10 January 2010 My awareness of a pleasant warm-wetness of the gusset of my ooh-la-la organic thong is surpassed by a sensation of the nerves contracting in my groin ... his finger is touching me oh so wonderfully. It started in the slack-time before Christmas with a Facebook recommendation to join the No-Pants Subway Ride! group. It sounded intriguing. I am not an exhibitionist, but enjoy good fun. I have been a little apprehensive initially, considering the recent New York Post report on the intentions to clamp down on subway nudity. There has been this report about 'naked art' on train L. People assume strange semi-nude mannerisms of, for example, having a tattoo-like drawing on some body part, of an artefact held in the hand. Another report about a man than fondled himself on the subway and another that masturbated. The most daring of reports, a photographer is accompanied by his volunteer model, who quickly disrobes when given a signal, to pose nude among commuters. The photographer fires off a number of shots of the model in various revealing positions, where after the model quickly dresses. The photographer subsequently held an exhibition of his favourite Nude Yorkers. I discovered that the ninth No-Pants Subway Ride is an annual organised event that already spread to 22 cities around the world. In New York, where it started, the 2009 event had about 1200 supporters, equal numbers in gender, of all ages that spread out over four subway lines. I decided to join a group of women that I know to partake on Sunday 10 January 2010. We agreed to meet at a pub near the assembly point and go as a group. There were all kinds of no-long-pants: boxer shorts, boy shorts, Lycra gym pants, swimming trunks, bikini bottoms, hipster hot-pants, fitted briefs, body shirts, teddies, some short skirts (with panties), jockeys, even y-fronts, thongs, T-backs and some g-strings. There were every conceivable colour, lots of different patterns, pictures, and slogans. Fabric varied, including, for example, cotton, silk, synthetic, some lace and not too revealing mesh. It had been quite a spectacle to observe, but the idea behind No-Pants Subway Ride is to permeate the ordinary commuters and act nonchalantly—as if nothing is extraordinary—which is what the few thousand participants set out to do. Once we boarded a subway, I took out a book that I took along and started reading. It is quite an engrossing novel. I got so absorb that I did not notice my friends disembarking at some point. I felt at ease sitting there with my unbuttoned eye-catching royal-purple knee-high tweed coat, a recent acquisition. I had chosen comfortable ankle-high black healed-boots and bright lilac, lime-green and white legwarmers. I specially bought an ooh-la-la wine-red organic bra-and-panty set. The low-cut cotton-lace of my thong felt comfortable and a little daring against my body. When I got dressed, I felt good looking in the mirror at the cleavage-enhancing effect my new bra gave my Cs. I have left the top buttons of my white tailored cotton shirt open, to show off my single amethyst stone, hanging on a gold chain just above my cleavage. The shirt fits perfectly and I love the three-button turn-back cuffs. My copper-brown hair is beautifully styled in a bob. I have varnished my nails royal-purple. I am reading how the lovers in my novel are embracing, kissing, he pulling her short red dress up and groping her soft g-string divided bum-cheeks ... she deep-tongue kissing him, putting her hands down his pants and she parting her legs ... when I feel someone staring at me. I looked up and there across from me sit this beautiful man dressed in business suit, without the pants. He got up and while walking towards me complemented me on my appearance, ending with my wine-red panties ... I look down and realised that I must have parted my legs when the character in my novel did. Blushing, I blabbered that it is organic cotton and he continued casually talking about organic consumables and global warming. I found his company entertaining. We talked about literature, theatre, films, music, various areas of interest. At a point he remarked how late it is and offered me dinner. Just before we disembarked from the subway car, her extracted the pants of his suit from a shopping bag and put it on. He took me to a posh restaurant and we got a semi-concealed table. After consulting me about taste he ordered a wooded chardonnay and toasted to our new found friendship. I loosened the bottom-end buttons of my coat in order to sit comfortably. We ordered food and continued talking comfortably about a wide range of topics. He placed his hand on my knee. Having established such wonderful rapport, it felt good. He stroked the bare skin of my inner thigh, while talking about ambitions, future holiday plans, etc. I felt aroused and parted my legs. He moved his hand to my crotch and stroked until he pinpointed my clitoris, which he continued stroking. I relaxed and felt it coming slowly ... closed my eyes, bite my lip and a most exquisite orgasm exploded. There had been no need for dessert, but suit-man had to have coffee, in order for his erection to subside. While waiting for our Irish coffees I stroked his erection and felt it moving under my hand. New York 1986 The flight over from San Francisco was smooth and without incident. Jolie passed through customs unmolested. A short cab ride from LaGuardia dropped her off at the up-market Silsbury Vale Hotel. Jolie had been instructed not to write anything down, she had memorised the room number, seven-one-two. Her knock was answered by a heavy set man in his sixties. He was wearing a suit but no tie. As she took in a breath to speak the man raised a finger to his lips. 'I'm here for...' She just managed to catch the look of annoyance cross the old man's face before he slammed the door shut in her face. After knocking again the door was opened much more slowly this time and only far enough for the man to fit his face in the gap. His finger was already at his lips. He waited for Jolie to nod her head as a sign of understanding before he opened the door far enough for her to go inside. It was a twin room with two single beds, a dresser and a TV. Jolie had been expecting more luxury. 'Is...' She started to speak now that she was in the room. He slammed the door and this time, instead of putting a finger to his lips, he held his hands out in front of himself, palms up. Jolie stopped speaking. She took the black holdall that had been in her possession all the way from San Francisco and offered it to him. He moved his hands to the don't shoot position and took a step backwards so that his body did not come into contact with the bag. They were standing about six feet apart. Each at the end of a bed. Jolie was starting to feel nervous; he was staring at her as if he was expecting her to make the next move. The bag, the one he'd just refused to even touch, was the whole reason for her being in New York. Jolie shrugged her shoulders to let him know that she was unsure of what was expected of her. His breath was coming out of his mouth in short noisy bursts and his chest was rising with every intake of air. He took three lumbering steps and grabbed the notepad from the night-table that was set between the two single beds. Tearing off the top sheet he handed it to Jolie. She took it with suspicion, keeping her eyes on him, trying to read his expression. The paper was light green and had the emblem of the hotel at the top. There was a message written on the note all in capitals and all evenly spaced. "TAKE DOWN YOUR PANTS AND SHOW ME YOUR ASSHOLE". Jolie stared at the man who had handed her the note. He was looking back at her with a jaded look in his eyes; he shrugged his shoulders as if wondering what the hold-up was. She closed her fist over the note and threw it on the bed; then gripped the holdall in both hands and thrust it towards the old man. His reaction was the same as before; he took a step back and kept a distance between the black holdall and himself. He pointed a stubby finger at the note then pointed the same finger at Jolie. 'What the fuck!' As soon as the first word sounded from Jolie's mouth the heavy old man made his way past her, taking care not to touch her, or any of her belongings, and opened the door again. He kept hold of the door and indicated the corridor beyond. Jolie looked at the black bag that hadn't left her sight for two days. Her part of the deal was to give the bag to some guy in a hotel room in New York. She'd already been paid half her fee. The other half due on delivery. She couldn't very well return to San Fran with a full bag and tell them He wanted to take a look at my ass so I am returning the coke. Oh and by the way can you give me three or four months to pay back the two grand you've already paid me? The note was in a ball on the bed where she had thrown it. She picked it up and unravelled it. The paper tore slightly where the adhesive strip had stuck to a bit of dry paper. "TAKE DOWN YOUR PANTS AND SHOW ME YOUR ASSHOLE". As the old man watched her read the note his breathing seemed to even out. He waited for a signal from Jolie, which she gave by nodding her head, before closing the door with a firm click. She had started to unbutton her jeans as he put the chain on the door. By the time he had moved back into the room and taken up his position at the end of the bed Jolie had lowered her zip and had her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans. He stood with his arms folded and his meaty head cocked slightly to one side. Behind him the large window revealed a sunny morning above the New York skyline. Jolie turned her back to him and in one movement pulled her jeans and panties down to her knees. The gusset of her crimson panties stuck for a brief moment between the cheeks of her ass but sprang free as they were pushed to her knees. Her buttocks were firm and high set. She was a thin, lithe-looking girl and even in this stood-up position the bulge of her pussy could be seen from the rear. Looking back over her shoulder at the fat man it struck her that he didn't seem too interested considering how insistent he was to get her to show him her ass in the first place. He was just holding Jolie's stare. She shrugged her shoulders; what next. The note was lying on the bed beside Jolie. He moved forward and picked it up, held it in front of her face and ran his finger under the second line of the note. "AND SHOW ME YOUR ASSHOLE". Jolie swallowed hard and thought of the two grand she had already been paid and the two grand she had coming. As she turned her head away from the old man she caught her reflection in the mirror above the desk on the back wall of the room. She was wearing a short leather jacket and a t-shirt that stopped just below her belly button. The skin of her bare thighs and bottom was pale; her black pubic bush was thick and prominent; visible even from this side-on view. She lingered over her reflection for a moment before bending at the waist. The jeans around her knees restricted her movement and she was aware of the wording of the note. Jolie reached back with her long arms and grabbed her ass cheeks. She dug her fingers into the firm flesh and pulled her cheeks open. She felt the cold air in her sweaty divide and a pungent, unclean smell filled the air for a moment. The fat man casually stared at the pale cheeks with their dark divide exposed for him. She was a hairy girl. Black hairs completely covered her pussy and grew up the inside of her cheeks. With the cheeks pulled apart he could see the nest of moist hairs around her anus that, in this position, had been stretched enough so that the pink centre was visible. There was a distinct browning of the skin that formed the outer ring of her anus. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a Polaroid camera. He aimed and took a single shot of the young woman exposing her asshole. She stood up as she heard the click and saw the flash. 'OK you can give me the bag now.' The old man said as he ripped the picture from the camera and started to waft it dry. 'What the fuck was all that about?' 'Don't pull them up.' He said as Jolie reached for her jeans. 'I'm just making sure you're not a cop. Is this your first job?' 'What if it is?' She was facing him now; her thick, black bush was a wide strip of hair that almost reached the bottom of her t-shirt. 'No cop is going to come in here and show me her asshole. And if they do, I've got a picture to prove to any judge that you came in here with the offer of ass to entrap me into buying coke.' 'Well as my asshole proves that I'm not a cop can I get dressed now?' 'Not until we're done.' He reached past her and picked up the holdall. He unzipped it, rummaged inside and brought out three packages wrapped in brown masking tape. 'Do I have to pull my pants down each time I deliver a package to you?' He looked at her face and then at the expanse of naked flesh between the bottom of her t-shirt and the top of her jeans. 'Not if I'm here. I always remember a face. But if you ever deliver to any of the other guys you'll have to do the same thing.' 'Fucking great!' 'Ah, you girls get used to it. Most times I let a girl in and by the time I've closed the door she's got her ass up and her pooper on display.' Jolie shuddered slightly at his use of the word "pooper". He took a briefcase from under the desk and sat on the bed as he carefully placed the packages inside. Jolie noticed that the case was full of identical packages. 'Under the pillow.' He said nodding towards the other bed. Jolie had to shuffle sideways between the two beds with her jeans at her knees and lean over to take an envelope from under the pillow. The envelope was unsealed; Jolie pulled back the flap with her thumb and counted twenty one-hundred dollar bills. While she was standing this close with her pants down the fat man could smell her skin. He inhaled the warm slightly unclean smell. 'We done?' Jolie asked as she finished counting. 'Yep, you can pull 'em up and go.' Jolie pulled her panties and jeans up, wriggling slightly as they went over her bottom. She zipped the envelope into her jacket pocket, picked up the holdall that now only contained old clothes, and headed for the door. 'Hey kid. You get to keep this.' He stood from the bed and offered her the Polaroid. New York It was supposed to be a fun long weekend away for my girlfriend and I but it turned out anything but how we imagined. Let me explain; Kristi, my 27-year-old girlfriend of the last three years and I had planned to spend the holiday weekend in New York City--a first for both of us. The itinerary was not fancy; just three nights in a nice hotel and some time to see the sights and catch a Broadway musical. Little did I imagine that we ourselves would be the ones providing entertainment instead! Friday afternoon, right after work Kristi and I headed straight to the airport, here in Charlotte where we have always lived. She's a medical receptionist in a busy office and I work in pharmaceutical sales. I sell supplies to the doctor's office that she works for; she caught my eye the first time we met, with her natural dirty-blonde hair, big, expressive eyes and smoking hot figure. Her out-going personality is infectious and we hit it off right away. Luckily we share a lot of the same interests--including nights out on the town. For a long time we wanted to see a show in New York, so we were both excited as we boarded the two-hour flight from Charlotte to JFK. Once we arrived in New York, we exited the airport and looked for a taxi in the huge crowd of yellow cabs. As we walked out a cabbie waved us over and pulled alongside. The trunk lid popped up and he jumped out to take our bags. "Where to?" he asked. I answered with the name of the hotel and we were off. There was no small talk as we pulled into traffic, and I remember looking around at all the New York traffic, glad to not be driving myself. After that it gets hazy; there was a funny smell and I started to feel drowsy all of a sudden. By the time I realized something was wrong, it was too late to do anything--I blacked out. I suppose it must have been some sort of gas used on us, but it seemed pretty crazy at the time. Since the driver was not affected, this cab must have been specially designed with a sealed enclosure for the rear seats. Since all taxis have partitions now, we certainly didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. In any case, I cannot describe the rest of the journey or where we were taken as I was unconscious, as I assume was my girlfriend. When I came to, my first realization was that I was lying on a cold, smooth floor made of large and fancy ceramic tile, and that I was completely nude. As I jerked awake, I quickly realized too that my hands were cuffed behind my back, my ankles were also cuffed together, and that there was a short chain connecting the two sets. I rolled on my side and struggled to get up--no easy feat when you're hands are bound behind you, and noted that there was a collar around my neck with a chain leash running down the front. The leash was padlocked to a ring in the floor and was long enough for me to rise to my knees, but no further. My wife was beside me, similarly restrained. She must have awoken first as she was already kneeling up and struggling to pull her leash from the floor attachment. The finishing touch was that we both had large black rubber balls forced between our teeth each held in place by a leather harness that buckled over the head. Kristi's beautiful blue eyes were wide with fear as she peered out between the black leather straps of the harness. Communicating with anything but simple looks was obviously not an option. When one finds oneself tied up, the natural reaction is to struggle. However, in a situation like this it doesn't last long as it became quickly apparent that we were going nowhere. We were side by side in the middle of a large, nicely-decorated room. The ceiling was arched and high, and had the look of a mansion, complete with chandeliers, oil paintings, and some fancy furniture scattered here and there. I could hear what seemed like the muffled sounds of a cocktail party coming from somewhere nearby. After a few minutes of simply sitting on my heels and waiting the doors at the end of the room opened. I expected to then find out who had done this and why we were here but it was not to be. We truly were at a cocktail party--and a fancy one at that. The guests walked through casually and really did not show any sort of surprise to see a couple of young people chained to the floor nude! It was as if this were an everyday occurrence. "Mmmmmmmmggghhhh" I grunted in earnest at the first nicely-dressed couple who walked by, but to no avail. They looked at me and smiled. I suppose that they knew full well that we were bound here against our wills and no amount of complaint would improve the situation. Quite soon we came to the realization that we were no different from the furniture, and for the most part being ignored. Apart from shifting once in a while to ease the knee strain, all we could do was simply stay where we had been placed. Luckily the temperature in the room was such that being completely nude was not too much of a problem--other than the embarrassment of not being able to hide from the fully-clothed strangers milling about, chatting, and sipping on their drinks. After about an hour--maybe more, but it was hard to tell, a couple entered the room and started directly for us. From the walk and posture I could tell that they came with a purpose, and were likely in charge. They were both in nice shape and good looking, but obviously quite a bit older than us, as were most of the guests. I would put the man in his early 50's with a handsome face framed by graying, short-cropped hair. The woman was probably a bit younger--and quite beautiful, but with a hard look in her eyes, strong features, and long, dark, wavy hair. When they reached us, the stopped and seemed to look us up and down for a bit. Both had a smug, pleased look about them. "I suppose you have some questions for me" the man started, looking me in the eye, "well go ahead, ask." I responded with a sarcastic "mmmmmmph!" to which they both started to laugh. "Oh I'm sorry; you seem to be at a loss for words right now. Well good then, I'll do all the talking" He then bent down on one knee and reached behind my head, grabbing me by the back of my neck. His other hand went to my crotch and encircled my flaccid cock. This was a very strange feeling indeed. He bent closer to my face and continued: "you have been brought here to provide entertainment for my guests. I'm sure this is not what you want, but that is the point. If you were willing, it wouldn't be even half as fun." "You won't be hurt, at least not badly--nothing that won't heal. We just have a few games we want to play and you are, shall we say, the toys. You can play along and do exactly as we say, or you can try to resist. It doesn't really matter to us, however disobedience will end up causing you more pain." At this point he started to slowly rub my cock in a sensual way. Being a straight male it was an extremely weird place I was in as I found my manhood starting to react and stiffen. My wife looked on in horror as he continued, but I tried hard not to look back at her as he continued to talk and rub. "In case you haven't figured out yet, the games will be mostly sexual in nature. My guests have some slightly unique tastes, so you can expect to be used in more ways than you can imagine. I see you're getting some enjoyment already--that's good. You can expect to take a few cocks yourself while you watch your lovely lady over here being well used by both sexes. Call this a learning experience. Who knows; you may even learn to enjoy it." By this time, a small crowd of the other guests had circled around us and were quietly watching his monologue. I could see an excited and hungry look in some of their eyes. I couldn't really count, but the room appeared to have about 40 people in it. If we were indeed the "entertainment" for however long this would last, we were going to be busy. I desperately did not want to be in this position, but could see no way out at hand. The woman, who had stood silently by now moved toward my girlfriend. I felt so sorry for Kristi as she was visibly trembling in her chains. I was afraid of what was to happen to us, and yet hard as a rock now due to the insistent light caresses of this obviously experienced man. Various guests had commented on my situation and I noticed some whispering and pointing, but alas I could do nothing. The woman pulled out another leather harness of some sort from behind her and knelt down in front of my wife. It appeared to be a sort of bra at first, but open in the front. As she adjusted it, it became obvious that it was less for holding up the breasts but had two straps with buckles that were designed to go around the base of each tit and tighten. The effect was to cause Kristi's delicious, B-cup mammaries to round out like balloons and go a little pink. The nipples were then also accentuated and extended forward from her body. She struggled back and forth as this was going on, but being chained to the floor and hogtied on your knees makes a person pretty helpless. "Now, now slave... hold still while I get you all sorted out here," she instructed as she pulled each strap tight and did up the buckles, "or else this is going to go badly for you. The harder you make this for me, the more punishment you will earn." The man had now stopped caressing my hard cock, and was fiddling with some black rubber straps and buckles. These he wrapped around me at the base of my cock and in front of my ball sack. Another strap went between the balls and connected the other two together. When he tightened them, the result was my balls were divided and pushed forwards. They squeezed out between the straps much like Kristi's tits. I think this was designed to cut off some circulation and keep my dick hard, and it was working. My tool stuck out forward and was more purple and veined than I had ever seen. Of course in front of all these staring people I was more humiliated than I had ever been. "There, don't you two look good. Let's have a little fun now, and show you who is boss here," said the man as he looked back and forth between Kristi and me. I didn't think we needed to be "shown" as he put it, as people chained naked on their knees are obviously not in charge of anything. When I saw the leather floggers come out, I realized what he meant. We were to be punished to enforce our submission. I'm sure I don't need to tell you that we were both visibly afraid. The guests started to line up in front of us, men and women mixed in each of two lines, obviously one for me and one for Kristi. These people had obviously done this before as they needed no instruction from the couple running the show. Each would take a flogger and step up to one of us, giving us three good whacks. They hurt, and they landed on various parts of our anatomy. Three only from each guest, but all tried to be creative. The guests would cheer each other on, and that sound was punctuated by the consistent slap of leather on skin, and the grunts, groans, and panting from the two hapless victims--Kristi and me. We'd been on our knees for hours by this point, but that discomfort was insignificant when eclipsed by the pain of the flogging. At one point I noticed that someone had set up four video cameras around the room, but all pointed at us. This was painful, embarrassing and being recorded too! Kristi's beautiful smooth skin was starting to show red stripes in all kinds of places, and I assume mine was as well. Once in a while someone would whip her tits, and it must have really hurt as she would shriek loudly from behind her gag with each one. I can't say how long this went on for, but when it finally ended I was breathing heavily and my eyes were clouded with tears. I must have looked a pitiful sight, chained and panting but with my cock standing at attention, bound by that little strap contraption. I couldn't imagine what was to be next, but didn't have too long to wait to find out. "Now slaves, you are about to learn something about service. My guests here have gotten their excitement level up and would like a little oral relief. Both of you nod your heads yes if you are ready and willing to help out in this department." "Uck oooo!" I shot back, garbled by my ball gag, but clear enough to be understood. My girlfriend shook her head back and forth and made mewing, pleading sounds with a frightened look in her eyes. "I had hoped you would be more cooperative in this next stage, but I see some special incentive needs to be added. However, before we do this I'm going to give you one more chance. You have to understand that you are BOTH going to suck some cocks and pussies now no matter what. If you nod your head, you will do it willingly, without pain. If you do not, I will ensure that you will still fulfill my request, but you will do so in a most uncomfortable manner. What'll it be?" Kristi continued to plead, tears streaming down her face and dripping from the gag harness. I repeated my last expletive and started at the man like the piece of shit he was, holding us here like this. "Right" he said turning on his heel, "set them up." A couple of helpers appeared from somewhere holding a bundle of wires and two black boxes on 3-foot high stands. The boxes were placed in front and to the side of each of us, and when unwrapped it was obvious the wires were actually electrical leads with clamps. The clamps were applied unceremoniously our nipples and the leads connected to the boxes. The woman walked forward and clicked a switch on each box, one with each hand. Immediately I felt a pulsing pricking feeling in each of my nipples. It was uncomfortable and annoying but not that painful. "Are you enjoying this? Good," he chuckled in a sarcastic fashion. "This is just to keep your attention and is the lowest setting. When you don't follow instructions, we will turn the control to high until you fall in line. My wife will now demonstrate." Demonstrate she did, cranking the big knob on each of these boxes up. The pain was incredible. My field of vision went white and I heard myself squeal through the gag like a pig. A second later it was gone, and the insistent pulsation returned. "Okay, now listen carefully. We are going to remove your gags. You will say nothing. If you resist, talk, yell, or anything your clamps will go back to the highest setting, and stay there until full compliance is given," she said firmly. "Do you understand? Not a word, and keep your mouths open while we change your gags." I felt hands at the buckles behind my head and saw in my peripheral vision that Kristi's gag was being similarly removed. My jaw ached and was stiff when the ball slid out. I couldn't help myself and started to ask the question that was foremost in my mind--how long would we be held here like this. "Silence!" he cut me off, with an angry shout. "Open!" he added when I clamped my mouth shut. Almost at once, that evil woman turned up the power on my box. The pain was incredible and I couldn't help screaming. "Silence and open your mouth and it will stop" he added. I did, and sure enough, his wife returned the level to low. I was trembling from the shock, but I sat there quietly with my mouth wide open, as did Kristi. The man began to laugh. 'There, now you're learning" he said with a condescending smirk. "Put in the rings!" he instructed his helpers. A couple of gags were produced which were similar to the first ones, but had large hard rubber rings instead of balls. In no way did I want to be re-gagged but the fear of more pain caused us to obediently sit there with our mouths wide open. In retrospect I realize that it is even more humiliating to be made part of the process of your submission and this is exactly what was happening. The wide rings were pulled hard into our open mouths and strapped tightly. I had no illusion what this gag was for; anything could be forced into my mouth or throat and I could neither prevent it nor talk. My tongue was now free to move around but this didn't seem like a comfort. The other new problem was that we both began to drool uncontrollably. Our captor looked pleased, "good, now you are ready for our guests. I'm sure you know what to do, but I shall demonstrate on your pretty girlfriend over here." With that he moved in front of Kristi and undid his pants, pulling his cock out and guiding it toward her mouth. There was a rattle of chains as she instinctively turned her head and tried to evade the oral penetration but with his other hand he simply grabbed a fistful of her hair and used it to steady her head for entry. Without any sort of caring, he thrust his member straight into her throat. She gagged and coughed but he just stood there nonchalantly, withdrawing only slightly so she could still breathe. He addressed my Kristi, "slave, now listen carefully. I expect a little more effort on your part. You are not here simply as an open mouth to be used, but to pleasure me. I am going to release your hair and you are going to keep my cock in your lovely warm throat while using your tongue to caress it like it is the most important job you have ever done. Remember I will have my hand on the control feeding the power to those clamps... the more I enjoy your service, the lower the level you will experience. If I get bored, or even think you aren't putting forth your best effort, you will feel a reminder in those nipples." Kristi needed no further warning. Although her teary eyes showed fear and disgust, she went to work on that cock in earnest. I could feel my own twitch just watching but suddenly my view was obscured when our captor's wife thrust her bare pussy in my face. "Stick out your tongue slave, and get to work" she barked, and at the same time gave my control a little tweak, sending sharp pain into both my nipples. I'm not new to eating pussy but doing so with a ring gag installed is a little trickier. Even so, I leaned forward as much as I could and went to work caressing her parts with my tongue. Her juices were already flowing so my face got soaked quickly with her musky scent. Even as I worked away on this strange woman I could hear the slurping sounds beside me as my dear Kristi serviced that big hard cock. Suddenly though, there was a loud coughing sound from Kristi and the woman yanked my head out of her crotch and turned me to watch the love of my life as our captor ejaculated right into her throat. "See the huge load of cum your pretty girlfriend is taking obediently? She has learned her place quickly, now get back to work. I want to orgasm and soon!" With that she turned up my nipple clamps another level, not as painful as the maximum, but giving me enough discomfort and reminding me to double my efforts on her pussy. I licked and licked and eventually I felt her tense up and start to shiver. She pressed hard against my face and of course with my collar still chained to the floor, I couldn't really pull away. I hoped that this would be the orgasm that she was seeking and that I would get a rest from use. I was right on only the first part because she stepped away from me allowing my head to slump down, but I would get no rest. "Okay then, now let the games begin!" our captor said with a flourish, as he stepped away and motioned for the guests to have a go at us. This felt nothing like a game to me, as I was next presented with what I had been dreading ever since this started. There I was, chained to the floor in a room full of strangers and a large man was aiming his hard member at my open mouth. He didn't touch me otherwise; one hand held his cock, and the other was gripping the control to the box that sent current through my nipples. I needed no further impetus; I leaned forward as much as I could and subserviently took the big cock in my mouth. Remembering our instructions, I went to work as best as I could providing the most stimulation with my tongue possible. The act was completely foreign to me, other than the fact that I've been on the receiving end. As a straight man I derived no pleasure from this, but I knew that I had no choice in the matter, so I lapped and bobbed as best I could. The man was obviously enjoying it as he did not shock me, but instead started to thrust deeper and deeper into my throat. In my peripheral vision I could see that Kristi was in a similar situation, but with her second cock of the day. New York As I have no idea what time it was, nor when it started I cannot say how long we serviced that crowd, but it was exhausting. Cocks and pussies were brought to both of us, in no particular order. The male ejaculations were hard to handle as they were mostly straight down the throat and made me cough, however the women took longer to climax and my tongue got very tired. As a result, more often than not the women would use the nipple shocks to keep me going and I experienced much pain at their hands. After all the guests were satisfied, Kristi and I were completely wiped out. We were both slumped over in our chains, covered in sweat from the effort, along with various bodily fluids from those who had just used us for their pleasure. I'm sure we looked a mess with matted hair and semen stains on our faces. Our captors and their helpers changed our ring gags back to ball gags and neither of us had one ounce of energy to put up any kind of resistance. They then unchained our leashes from the floor attachments and yanked on them to get us to crawl forward on our knees--which was very hard without the use of our hands, which were of course still locked behind us. Two dog cages were brought into the room and we were poked and prodded to enter them. Thankfully the cages had upholstered floors, so they were a step up in comfort for my knees. Once inside my leash was locked to the front of the cage, low to make me bend over with my chin on the ground. My handcuffs were then unfastened from my leg cuffs and my arms pulled up so the handcuff chain could be locked to the top of the cage. As a last step, my leg cuffs were disconnected from one another and locked to the rear lower corners of the cage. Movement now was next to impossible, but I didn't care--I needed a rest more than anything. Even in this uncomfortable position, I was able to move my head sideways on the vinyl padded floor and fall asleep. As I dozed off, I could briefly see Kristi in a similar position before a heavy moving blanket was placed over each cage, blocking any view and all light. I had assumed that when today's oral activities were finished we would be done with this, but at this point I realized with a sinking feeling that our captors were not finished with us yet. New York The plane landed softly on the runway. As we pulled to the gate I made a few last notes in my Blackberry regarding everything I need to accomplish during my week in New York City. It was going to be a very busy trip. My company sent me here to set up a new distribution center and I had already done a lot to make this new place a success. After the seatbelt sign was turned off, the plane came alive as everyone tried to crowd the aisle at once. Overhead doors were banging, bags were being pulled every which way. I stayed in my seat; there was no rush to join the masses pressing towards the door. After fifteen or so minutes, the aisle was mostly clear and I stood up. My legs were grateful to be moving again after the 4 hour flight. I grabbed my carry on, slung my handbag onto my shoulder and made my way to the front of the plane. I still had plenty of time to get my luggage, find a cab and make my way to the hotel. Next came a completely hellish ride through the city in a taxi driven by someone with a death wish. I was never so happy to get out of a moving vehicle before in my life. I paid the fare; the tip I gave the driver was more for sparing my life than anything else. As I walked into the double glass doors of my home for the week, my cell phone rang. Probably someone from work making sure I arrived okay. I smiled when I saw the number on the display. Scott Harris was one of my favorite clients and I had given him my number in case there was ever a problem with one of his orders when I wasn't in the office. "Hiya babe, what's up?" I asked as I made my way through the lobby. Scott and I have become more than just work contacts and had evolved to playful flirting over the phone and by email. He had a sexy voice and I always got turned on whenever he called. "I just called the office and someone told me you were in New York. Why didn't you tell me?" I hadn't had a chance to call him. Once I found out I would be making the trip things got very busy and he hadn't called to place any new orders. "Maybe I wanted to surprise you." Like a good Southern Belle, I tried to play coy and charming with him. I actually had planned to just show up at his office and see what happened. We had never met face to face. I told him the purpose for the trip and gave him a brief rundown of my plans. "Do you have time for drinks or dinner?" he asked, sounding a little eager. Actually dinner tonight sounded great. I promised to call him in an hour after I had time to check in and unpack. I hated living out of a suitcase, so I wanted to hang up my clothes and get settled. As promised, I called his office an hour later. I was beginning to get excited and a little nervous about meeting him in person. Our conversations always left me wanting more. I knew he was slightly older than me, which didn't bother me in the least. I have always been more comfortable with older men. We agreed to meet in the bar in the lobby of the hotel for a drink at 6:30 that night. We had long since told each other the basics of what we looked like. I would be looking for a well built man in a navy blue sweater and khakis with brown hair and green eyes. I had an hour to kill before we would meet so I fired up my computer and double checked my agenda for the next day. After making a few calls to check on other details, I changed into the nicest thing I brought on the trip, a simple navy blue dress. I was not one to buy into the hype of the quintessential little black dress. Most of my time this week would be walking through a warehouse so I didn't need much more than pullovers, pants and comfortable shoes. I brought the dress on the off chance I needed it. Okay, I packed it in case I carried through with my plan to meet Scott. After a final touch up of my hair and makeup, I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs. The butterflies were working overtime as the elevator descended to the lobby. I took one last deep breath as the doors opened. The bar was on the far side of the hotel. My shoes clacked across the tile as I walked through the lobby. I stood in the doorway and scanned the room. At a table to the left I saw a very handsome man sitting alone with a drink. Another deep breath or two later, I made my way to where he sat. "Scott?" I said almost meekly when I stopped at his table. All I could think in that second was "Oh my, I hope this is him." The man before me was even sexier than I had pictured. "Tracy? Hi." His eyes locked with mine for what seemed like an eternity but was likely only seconds. "Wow," now it was his turn to whisper. "It's great to finally meet you." Did we both just say that simultaneously? He stood up and leaned in to brush my cheek with his lips. I caught a hint of his cologne; it was intoxicating. He motioned for me to sit beside him and waved to get the server's attention. Although I wanted something stronger to calm my nerves, I ordered a glass of zinfandel. While waiting for my drink, I studied him. His eyes drank me in as well. A smile spread across his face. "I can't believe we are finally face to face" he said. My glass was set in front of me as I nodded in agreement. I brought it to my lips and took a slow slip. Although we had talked a lot in recent months, we both seemed to be at a loss for words. "I am sorry I didn't call when I found out I would be in the city." I explained that I had planned to stop by his office to meet face to face. No pressure, if nothing clicked, it would be a simple business meeting. He chuckled at the thought of me showing up at his office to surprise him. Knowing him as I did, I was sure he was picturing a scenario with me showing up in a trench coat and not much else. It was my turn to laugh at that image. "What is so funny?" he asked. I told him what I was thinking and he laughed. "Maybe." A classic Scott response when I could tell his thoughts were more than PG rated. The sexual tension was beginning to fill the space between us. The conversation turned lighter as we both sipped our drinks. The topic of dinner was brought up and he asked if I would like to go to a great steak house he knew, Peter Luger's, in Brooklyn. It sounded like a great idea so he made a call and requested a table for a little later that evening. The bar started to get crowded and noisy as it filled with business travelers finished with their meetings and appointments. Scott and I were beginning to have a little trouble hearing each other. I leaned closer to him so he wouldn't have to yell. His cologne again filled my senses. A mental image filled my head of taking him to bed. He smiled as he sensed what I was thinking. We still had an hour to waste before we needed to head to Brooklyn. Our glasses were nearly empty and I stood up and reached to take his hand. Realizing we weren't staying he threw a couple of bills on the table and took my hand. We walked into the quieter lobby and toward the elevator, my heels again tapping on the tile. I pushed the elevator button and put my arm around his waist. He placed his hand on my back and I could feel the heat seep through the fabric of my dress. Once inside the elevator, I pushed the number for my floor and watched the doors softly close. I turned to face Scott and it was my turn to brush my lips across his cheek. He turned his face and his lips met mine. It was a gentle kiss that ended all too quickly when the doors reopened. We stepped out and I fumbled in my bag for the room key. Like a gentleman, Scott took the key from my hand as we reached the door to my room. My heart was pounding as the latch released; he opened the door and gave me back the key. I set my bag and key on the desk and turned to say something to him. Before I had a chance, his mouth was on mine in a kiss I felt clear to my feet. What I wanted to say was forgotten as I melted into his embrace. His tongue parted my lips as the kiss grew more passionate. I found the bottom of his sweater and my hands slipped underneath. I was desperate to touch him. He backed away and pulled the sweater over his head. I let out a small gasp at the sight of his muscular chest and reached out to pull him closer. His hands found the zipper on the back of my dress. We continued to explore each other as I felt him pull the zipper down slowly. Seconds later, the dress was in a pile at my feet and I was standing before him in my purple lace panties and bra. He stood back to look at me. His expression was hard to read but I had my answer soon enough when he pulled me back into a kiss that left me unable to think. He found my nipples and caressed them through the fabric. He bent his head and kissed my skin at the top of the lace. My mind reeled and before I could recover, the bra was on the floor with the dress. I wasted little time unfastening his belt and pants, which, with his briefs, fell like my dress. It was my turn to stand there and stare. As sexy as he was dressed, he was hundreds of times sexier undressed. His body was hard and firm but smooth to the touch. His manhood stood proud, obviously grateful to be freed of its confines. We stepped out of the heap of fabric on the floor and I led him to the bed. He stood before me as I sat on the edge of the mattress. The bed left me at the perfect height to place a kiss on the head of his throbbing cock. It jumped as I heard Scott inhale swift and deep. Feeling bold by his reaction, I lightly licked the silky skin. Scott gasped again and let his fingers trail down my chest to my nipples. It was my turn to gasp when he lightly pinched the rosy buds and rubbed them between his fingers. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and took him fully into my mouth for the first time. He held his breath as my lips moved down his shaft. When I came back up I gently sucked him while my fingers held him tightly. I fucked him with my mouth for several minutes until he pulled away. He pushed me down on to the bed and stripped my panties off. I squirmed a little further up on the bed as Scott brought his body to mine. We kissed hungrily. His cock found my aching, soaked pussy and he wasted no time entering me. Our bodies fused together and I wrapped my legs around him. He pounded me and it felt unbelievable. My velvety hole sucked him in and squeezed tightly. My breathing was ragged as I felt my orgasm soar to a fiery peak. "Scott!!!!" I screamed as wave upon wave of pleasure coursed through me. I felt his cock pierce me two or three more times before he gritted his teeth and impaled me hard one final time. His orgasm was so powerful I could feel the jets of his cum pulse deep inside my pussy. He collapsed on top me. "Damn" he swore as we lay tangled together trying to catch our breath. "That wasn't supposed to happen." My smile must have waned a bit but he quickly kissed me and added, "I wanted to take things slower, pleasure you until you begged me to stop and then fuck you silly!" I laughed. "When I catch my breath, I will reassure you that I have no complaints." I kissed him while running my fingers up and down his back. We lay silently for several minutes as our breathing slowed. I felt smug at the thought that I derailed his plans to slowly seduce me, instead causing him to take me so quickly and with such power. He rolled off to lie beside of me, his arm wrapped around my stomach. We were quiet for several minutes. "That was incredible," I whispered to him. His response was to lean over and kiss me again. My tongue slipped between his lips and met his. A soft moan sounded in his throat. The only other sound in the room was the comical growl of my stomach. I was so nervous I never ate lunch. "If we shower together quickly we can still make dinner" he said, laughing. Reluctantly we climbed out of bed and padded naked to the shower. I started the water as he stared longingly. We both stepped in and I pulled the curtain. The warm water felt wonderful. I took the bar of hotel soap and rubbed it between my hands. Instead of using it on myself, I started rubbing his back, with slow, deliberate strokes. I massaged his neck and shoulders as he moaned his appreciation. He turned around as I rubbed my hands on the soap again. I ran my fingers along his neck and down his chest. I stopped just shy of his waist line and moved back up again. He took a turn with the bar and began caressing my shoulders with his slippery hands. He turned me so he could concentrate on my shoulders and back. It was my turn to moan. We switched places so he was under the cascade of water. Feeling bold, I dropped to my knees. With my tongue, I started licking the water droplets from his hard length. "If you keep that up, we won't make it to dinner," he said with a huge smile. The only thing I wanted to taste right now was him. I slowly licked his full length as another groan escaped his lips. "You don't play fair." I shook my head with his cock still in my mouth. He braced himself on the wall of the shower while I sucked his length further between my full lips. Not one to let me have all the fun, he lifted me up and moved me until my back touched the cool tile wall. He leaned over and took his turn collecting the water as it dripped from my erect nipples. The contrast of the cold tiles and his warm tongue was erotic. His fingers trailed down my body until he found the junction of my thighs. His fingers slipped between and I parted my legs slightly to allow him to find my slick folds. He gently bit my nipple as his thumb stroked my hot button. I grabbed the wall to steady myself as I closed my eyes and reveled in his touch. The ministrations to my nipples stopped for a brief second. I opened my eyes to see Scott dropping to his knees. My legs parted still further as I watched him bury his face between my legs. His tongue ran up and down my long pussy lips. He ran his hands up the back of my legs and they almost buckled. I was so aroused I knew it wouldn't take long for me to orgasm once his tongue found my clit. He continued to lap at my pussy. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, his lips found my clit and sucked it in. I came, screaming. He mouth stayed firm as my body continued to spasm. He stood up and our lips met. The kiss was firm and hungry. His hands roamed over my back. I could feel him firm against my eager body. He reached down and lifted my leg up so my foot rested on the edge of the tub. With ease, he slipped his eager cock between my legs into my warm, willing pussy. We rocked against each other for several minutes, him sliding in and out of me. I had never before been so completely pleasured. I felt his body begin to tense as the white heat of my own orgasm raged to an inferno. I screamed his name while I squeezed the walls of my channel tighter against him. His own explosion followed right behind mine. We stood there for another minute enjoying the sensations and the feel of each other. The warm water started to wane so we both hurried to shower off again. He reached to turn the water off while I stepped out to grab two big towels off the bar. I covered myself in one as he wrapped the other around his waist. We dried off in silence. One look at the clock told me we missed our table. We walked into the bedroom and sat together on the bed. After a short discussion, Scott picked up the phone and placed an order with room service. While we waited we made casual conversation punctuated by an occasional touch or kiss. Moments before the food arrived, Scott stood up and put on his pants. "Wouldn't want to be caught with my pants down when the door opens" he said, laughing. I wrapped myself in my bathrobe and cinched the belt at my waist. The food soon arrived and we sat at the table, laughing and talking. The meal wasn't fancy, omelettes, home fries, fresh fruit and bottled water; but it filled our stomachs and renewed our energy. The conversation was easy; talking to him was always a bright spot to my day. Scott walked across the room to the night table and turned the radio on to a station playing something soft and easy. He came back to me and took my hand. I stood and looked up at him wondering what he had in mind. He lifted my chin and planted a soft kiss on my lips. He took me in his arms and we swayed together to the music. The warmth of his hands on my back melted my insides. He trailed kisses down my neck as the song changed. My hands caressed the smooth skin on his back as a soft moan escaped my lips. He loosened the tie on my robe as we danced towards the bed. The cool air combined with the sensual touch of his lips hardened my large nipples instantly. Scott took it as an invitation to suck on one, then the other. White heat began building deep inside of me when he laid me down on the soft comforter. The sides of my robe fell open. His tongue continued a trail down my body, stopping next to plant light, almost ticklish, kisses across my stomach. As he slid further down the bed, his finger found the warm, moist folds of my pussy. His touch was light. During one of our late night phone conversations Scott mentioned that he wanted to slowly draw my arousal out. He told me he would make me beg for him. I was torn between accepting the challenge and giving in quickly so I could feel him inside of me again. My pussy was on fire as his tongue lightly touched my lips. I felt a finger enter my passage while his lips found my hard little button. Almost involuntarily, my hips began to move trying to increase his contact. The more I squirmed, the lighter his touch became. Damn, this man was really going to make me beg. I let out a soft moan and he sucked on my clit ever so gently. He alternated inserting and removing his fingers from inside of me and sucking me. My hips had a mind of their own, rising in an eager attempt to increase the pressure of his tongue. Scott was licking me slowly, like I was his favorite flavor of ice cream cone and he wanted to make it last. He allowed me to travel so close to the edge before easing his touch just long enough for me to feel frustrated. "Please, baby." I begged. Scott was way too good at this. I wanted to let the tidal wave of pleasure overtake me, but he wasn't about to let me until I truly begged. My clit was under attack from his tongue, licking me in quick short strokes. "Oh god, Scott...please!" I continued to plead with him. "Please what baby?" He took his mouth away from my pussy and asked me with a sly smile. I ran my fingers through his hair attempting to push his head closer. I was so close. I squirmed and wiggled under his mouth. "Tell me...tell me what you want" he said. "Scott, please baby, let me..." before I could finish asking he plunged two fingers inside of me. His lips found my clit and he sucked on it no more than two times before I came. It was an explosion of lights and colors I had never experienced before. My body shuddered violently as he continued sucking. I was panting as if I just ran a marathon. "Of god, baby, so..." I couldn't think of a single word to describe how amazing he made me feel. He stood up and removed his pants. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he motioned for me to sit on his lap. I was not surprised to find his cock at attention. I eagerly straddled him and felt him slip deeply into my soaked pussy. I took the initiative and began lifting and lowering myself. He took one of my taut nipples in his mouth and sucked it. I knew I would come again from his attention. I placed my hands on his muscular shoulders to brace myself as I raised and lowered myself to his lap, tightening my pussy with each stroke. His rapid panting told me he would soon feel the sweet bliss of release he just allowed me. I lowered myself all the way down on his legs and clamped my pussy down firmly on his throbbing cock. He screamed as he emptied himself deep inside of me. We fell back on the bed together and covered with the blanket. Feeling incredibly relaxed, I must have dozed off. I awoke a little while later to find he was gone. For a moment I thought it had all been a wonderful dream. I stretched out further on the bed; my hand brushed against a piece of paper on the pillow next to me. I opened it, and through sleepy eyes read "T- I left so you could rest for work tomorrow. WOW! Can I see you tomorrow night? And this time you let me buy you dinner, please! -S" I drifted back to sleep dreaming of tomorrow.