Of course all that is part of the scene and very arousing for whoever watches. But it isn't the essence; not for the slave. The essence is waiting, he...pless waiting. The essence is not to know what might happen next, or when — or if anything might happen at all. But most of all: it is discovering that nothing you might want or wish is of any importance; maybe, you realize at last, maybe you're better off not wanting anything at all. Perhaps you discover that the reward is in the waiting — if. Looking up, she could see what appeared to be a door knob sticking out at least a dozen feet above her head. What in the world would cause a door knob to be so very high was a mystery to poor Annie. She sat down on the floor and waited for someone to open the door and let her out.The sound of the door opening was music to her ears. Finally, she could go to the bathroom.At first, she thought she was in a strange novel like "Alice in Wonderland" or "Gulliver's Travels". The young man looking down. "She looked very quizzical as if she didn't understand. Then, a sexual, demanding look came over her face."Are you sure?" I'm sure." My God, I love you, Wil. You're more man and more husband than any woman deserves." Just remember you said that," I replied, my eyes steely."I will. You remember I love you."We were dressed and ready at three when Ralph and Mary Lou picked us up. As we waited, Sheila was twirling in front of that mirror. She looked like a wet dream."What are you doing?" I asked. He confessed how much he masturbated while he thought of her, and exactly what he thought of her when he did.When she’d heard enough, she increased the tempo of her rubber-clad fingers on his pitiable piddle-stick and began talking low and sexy into his ear. “Mmmmm, baby. I always knew you loved me. And you know what? I have feelings for you too. I want you to always be there for me. Being with you turns me on so much. I want you to always be there to kiss my ass for me and suck on my.