He wasn't classically handsome, but he had vivid blue eyes which seemed to burn a hole through my body into my soul. The sexual chemistry between us w...s magical. I told him how badly I wanted to please him, and how badly I wanted him to please me. But I also told him I was "different" sexually, that I craved the "unusual." He responded that he'd been involved in every possible sex scene, and the kinkier the better! That's when I knew that I had found the ideal lover. And that's also when I told. This should have made me embarrassed, but instead it had the opposite effect — I was on fire with desire! We went up the rest of the way with our arms around each other as we exchanged kiss after kiss. We giggled as we stumbled through the door that led to our hallway and almost ran to our door. When we arrived at the door, Jack had the most difficult time fishing out our room key and getting the lock opened. I should take some credit for that, as I was eagerly brushing myself against his arm. "I'm fine Laura, I'm doing what I want, I have some things to do now, please go" said Karen. "Uhmm, ok" Laura said completely weirded out, and went upstairs. Karen then went to the basement and made "preperations" for the punishment. She took 3 old crates and nailed a metal grate over the open side. "Just like a toilet, perfect for punishment" she said to herself. She then took some wood and paper and stuffed it inside of the crates, as if she was making a campfire inside them. She walked to. They walked about two miles along the river back to their house on the outskirts of Cambridge. It rained every day over the last week although today stayed dry prompting Liz to suggest they all go out together after being stuck inside for so long. It had been good for all of them and they laughed as the wise-cracking waiter had made jokes while serving their drinks and meal. The route back along the river bank fell into silence compared to the noisy bar and the ground remained wet and slippery.