. sure ... I understand. My name's Roger. Maybe I'll come back in a while for that dance," he smiled.As he walked away, Shelly turned to me with a fun...y look."What was that all about? What did he want?"I laughed. "Well, my best guess is he thought you were one of the best looking women at the party and he wanted to dance with you." Oh." Have you ever been to a party like this before?" I asked."Uh ... no." So ... all this is new, right?" Yeah ... I guess so. I didn't know what to say. What. “And do you see yourself staying with her for some time now?” She asked.“Sure.”“That sounds like hesitation.”“That’s ‘cause I hesitate about all people. But yeah, I dig her.”“You always use protection with her?”“Yup”“Condoms or…”“Saran wrap.”She looked up from her computer. She was pissed. I chuckled.“Yeah, condoms,” I said.“Dennis, please understand that these are serious questions. I know you might be nervous or uncomfortable with discussing this aspect of your private life, but it won’t be. I think it's a probe of some kind. I bite my lip as I imagine it being used somewhere else, violating me.My Master moves in front, and I finally see it. With a flared end piece, there is no doubt what this is for. The electricity crackles again and arcs towards my piercing as he brings it close. Right now, I wish I had a prince Albert and not just my frenulum piercing, as a delicious wave of shocks grip me and make me twitch."Ah, Master..." I gasp."Enjoying it, my dirty pain slut?" Yes! Ahh,. Play nice. We are smoking his stash."Jessica continued. "We bumped into each other again in the Costco parking lot; Larry invited me to follow him to his next stop, the wine shop."Larry jumped back into the conversation. "The stash is yours. Keep it and the whiskey. The wines I found that day were good. I got a case, gave Jess two bottles. Then we had coffee. Perfectly innocent."Still being suspicious, I pointed out, "Innocent, so far. How did you end up here, at my house, right now?"Larry.