Just making a simple request. "I need to shower."The change in her attitude had been swift and appeared to be complete."Please," she was saying. "Plea...e join me in the shower."Looking down into her eyes, Mort saw the request echoed there and in her face. "Sure," he simply said."Nice," Louisa said and followed it with, "Thank you."Then she surprised herself and definitely Mort. She slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. His hands had come to rest on his belt buckle. She placed her hands on. I let myself lie supine, my headturned and my arms limp by my sides, and closed my eyes. I head Adam squirtlotion on his hands and felt him kneel on the bed beside me. He straddledmy hips and suddenly his strong, sure hands ran from my lower back up myspine in a single luxurious movement. I sighed, then groaned in pleasure ashe started to knead the muscles of my shoulders. I hadn't had a propermassage in ages, and the feel of his hands was divine—it felt as thoughthe tension in my shoulders was. I pulled off my sweat soaked suit jacket and hung it on the back of my chair. Then I unbuttoned the vest but kept it on for the moment. All the while I continued to survey the room. Most of the crowd was young and collegiate in age. It was definitely a disco crowd, not the usual redneck blue-collar type of crowd that frequented Sonny’s. Fred and the other bartenders were still hustling to keep the thirsty crowd happy. They appeared to be successful at that and the patrons seemed happy with. They attached more chains to my ankle straps, and pulled my legs far apart, then hooked ropes to my wrists, unhooked the handcuffs, and pulled my hands far over my head. Then they took off the blindfold, and laughed again as I surveyed the room. It was an S&M heaven, with all types of restraining devices, tables, and chains suspended from the ceiling. I knew I was in trouble. "If you let me go now," I told them in as masculine and powerful a voice as I could, "I won't hurt you when I get.