It was their loss. Those men never understood how a woman worked, what a woman needed. They did not know how best to touch and caress, or how to use w...rds instead of hands. Most of all, they didn’t know how to listen, or ask. They would never earn the reward of knowing that they gave real pleasure. Most of her lovers, however, wouldn’t have cared either way, selfish in their loving, more interested in their own completion, at any cost. That was the reason they found her dancing so. She threw up her hand and said, “Honey, over here! I made my way through the bar to where she was sitting. She got up and gave me a big hug and a kiss. Oh thank you so much for coming out, I just wasn’t ready to go home yet.We sat down and motioned for the waitress. We ordered a round of drinks and as the waitress left, Shiela reached out and touched my face. We are gonna have some fun tonight. She smiled a wicked smile and winked at me. Of course a big grin came across my face, as I thought of. Her vision was beginning to return, but that headache wouldn't let her open her eyes for more than a short time. Her memory was beginning to return, but the details were still sketchy. Cindy shot her. Why? Oh yeah, she blew her cover and they found out she was an agent. How'd that happen? And, where are my clothes? Where am I? And, where are my clothes? I don't have any clothes on. Where are they? She realized the only clothing she had was what felt like a leather collar around her neck.She. One is a tall woman with striking Nordic looks; another one is an Asian woman with an incredible looking body on her. My wife Gina is sitting next to an extremely attractive black woman who is sitting next to her white husband. Gina is the best looking one out of all of them, of course. It's not even close. All these guys look kind of pathetic. "Why the heck am I doing here with all these people?" I think out loud to myself. "Aren't you cold?" I ask Gina. She places her hand in my face and says.