There at the far end of the room was what I would describe as a wooden stock for holding a head & hands so one couldn’t escape. At the bottom was a ...mall platform with bindings to hold an ankle or foot. Our host smiled at me and said he’s heard from Doug that I enjoyed physical pleasure. Smiling I said yes I did. He then asked me to take my dress off. I looked at Doug and he nodded. I did as I was told. They then led me to the stocks. I wasn’t wearing panties or a bra, so my host saw exactly. “So how did you get that association?” “No idea,” she threw up a hand in exasperation. “How many drinks will you need to admit you know exactly what it is,” I said. Rachel glared at me in anger before turning to face away from me. Her face was bright red. “Don’t be embarrassed.” “It’s kind of icky.” “You want to talk about it at home?” “No,” she motioned to the bartender for another martini. “It’s Dad’s fault.” The man was an uptight, religious prude. Neither of us particularly liked him. Her. I haven’t sorted out all of my feelings about it. But for now, a fuckbuddy.”“That works for me,” I agreed as Nate rung me up and all numbers were exchanged.“That goes for me, too, babe. Fuckbuddy for sure. I’d love to get it on with you now and then. Anytime you want a little of this ass, call me up! I’m your boy-toy!” Nate grinned as he rubbed his bulge in front of me behind the counter where only I could see it.“Sweet! I just hope that my three ladies here don’t get too jealous!” I chuckled. Denise was content to let Jim flirt with, and be flirted at by the other girls. She knew that Jim would be with her that night. Besides, he didn’t pay much attention to the other girls, just enough to be friendly. This time they never made it into Es Paradis or Eden, instead they spent the evening going from bar to bar, having fun, making noise and generally just goofing off. Around two in the morning Denise gathered Jim, now walking unsteadily, and pulled him away from the others..