Peaches moved one thumb back to my butt crack and slid it up slowly until pausing with it pressing against my asshole. She continued to gently massage...my perineum as she applied gentle pressure with the thumb pressing against my anus. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I moaned and said "That feels wonderful!"Peaches applied more pressure and suddenly her thumb slipped into my asshole. I cried out and Peaches said, "Shhhh, just relax. Relax and enjoy."I was very relaxed, but I hadn't had. "Just how are we going to find someone?" I asked as we got into the car."I guess the same way you find anyone else, go to a club and look around," he answered.Fortunately there are several clubs in the city and after finding no one in the first two we went to the third, a small club but as luck would have it there were several single women there. I saw a few that I liked but I didn't seem to be having any luck being able to talk to them. I was about ready to give up and leave when I saw a young. She explained that the test was based on the theory that sexual activity is good for the cardiovascular system and increases the heart rate. Having done the treadmill test in the past, I opted for the new test. An appointment was set for the following week.I arrived at the office at 9 AM as instructed. Nurse Heather greeted me and led me into a room with an examination table and a machine on a cart. I signed a paper giving permission for them to give me the experimental stress test. I noticed. He looks into my eyes, seeing thirst, and grins. He undoes the chains on my ankles, and then unlatches me from the wall, keeping my hands chained together. He carries me to the bed and lays me down gently. He attaches my hands to the top of the bed. He walks away for a moment, but I can see his shadow undressing in the candle light. When he comes back, he is naked. In his hand I see a glass, and what looks like blood in it. I want it, I want to drink it. He places the glass on a table beside.