The day progressed and it was soon past seven in the evening with no work from Kay. Just then, she called and said that she was too sore and needed a ...ain check. I was watching a ball game on our sofa when Jen told me. I heard Jen come in from the kitchen and pull the curtain to our area. Jen brought me a beer and sat down next to me. She said “I guess you tore Kay up last night” and began unzipping my pants. Generally, she pulls them off but this time she pulled out my cock and began rubbing. She pulled the zip up and then down, it still didn't move. Her boobs jiggled up quivered with all the shaking and her nipples began to chafe. She tried several times but could still not move the zip but had voiced a few curses at the zip.Opening the door she started exit the changing room as the assistant came into the changing room area and stopped roughly 6 feet from Louise. “Sorry, I heard some unhappy words and thought I'd check to see if you're okay” enquired the assistant. Her concerned. .. Arden ... Oren ... Orvill? Arvell! Yeah, that was it! Arvell! Weird damn name. Well, if I have to sign something, I’ll just fake it.”As he stepped into the bank lobby, Aaron eyed the three tellers, hoping a young one wouldn’t remember anything about Arvell Hatter. There was one who appeared to be in her early twenties, so that’s the window he headed for. Of course young didn’t necessarily mean stupid, so his logic might be pure crap.As he stepped up to the window, he pulled his baseball cap. It’s a very freeing state, and I think that this is the reward that many those in BDSM seek.He slowly tied the other end of each rope to a corner of the bed, I heard him say softly “It really is too bad this isn’t a four poster bed, but we’ll make due” and I let his words create an image in my mind of four columns of wood, the kind with the ball on the top. He made sure that I had some movement of my arms and legs, not enough to touch anything but enough to keep any muscles from cramping. .