“Oh, yes! I love you,” I blurted.Debbie giggled causing her teeth to graze my sensitive flesh, but it felt interesting and wasn’t enough to hurt... Disengaging from my cock, Debbie said, “I bet you do. How much do you love me?”“I’d do anything for you,” I said, having no idea how encompassing a statement it was.“We’ll see,” she said. “By the way, what is your name? Mine’s Debbie or if you are in a hurry, Deb is fine.”I couldn’t remember my name for a second, then said, “William. Or just. I should, perhaps, have mentioned The List by now so, for fear of omitting anything further, it simply states:The following items are to be placed into a black holdall and brought with you to the rendezvous:• Thigh boots – matt black leather – zip up - spike heeled, pointed toe, minimum heel height 6”• Gloves – black – PVC – full fingered – at least elbow length• Ball gag – solid ball – lockable• Dildos 2 x – black – lifelike – minimum length 10” - one to have suction cup base• Marker pen –. "The queue emptied and Anya sat back, feeling shaken; there was stillsomething very wrong: something that seemed to be growing. Her unsettledmood spread, threatening to overwhelm her; she barely heard the internaldoor at the back of the ticket office open and close, as a man wholooked to be in his early thirties stepped up to the window.Although she now laid eyes on him for the first time, she had been awareof his presence even as the car had turned off the road: of howreluctantly he had opened. "I didn't finish. What was the point? The words were obviously inadequate as an excuse for what had happened. What was done was done and I would have to pay the piper when Mom regained her senses. In the meantime, Dad would be home soon and I had something between my legs that needed urgent attention. I almost forgot the baton. Looking down at it, still lodged between Mom's thighs, I threw caution to the wind and bent down to grab it, twisting as I pulled it out. What the hell, in for a penny,.