Over my shoulder she was eyeballing the growing bulge in his tight jeans while her finger was gently but forcefully insinuating itself into my now ver... wet folds from behind.With a very dramatic flair, she wet the length of her finger with my juices and brought it to her mouth and sensuously sucked on it while looking directly into Michael's eyes.This is about all he could stand and as he rose, he grabbed at his ever hardening cock to free it from the constraints of his jeans. I thought it. ” I could tell Pete was already interested. “Here?” he said.“Through that door.” We both turned to the padlocked door.“Would you like a quick look?“Yes,” said Pete. She produced a key and undid the lock and turned on a light that glowed red. The room was fitted out like a medieval dungeon. The first thing I noticed was a large cage, big enough to hold at least a dozen people. There were all sorts of apparatus most attached to the walls but some free standing, all with loops for restraints and. I am going to run to that gray car over there and put my sax in the trunk and then get in. If you want to follow me after I get about half way there, you can throw your instruments in the trunk and get a ride back once the traffic clears.They both thanked me and a moment later, the rain seemed to let up a little so I lifted my instrument case above my head and took off at a quick jog for the car. About 20 yards from the car I hit the trunk release and tossed the sax into the car just as it. The image before me just seemed inconsistent with what my ears were hearing.All that changed when Marilyn sent over to me, "Will, Spirits send out what 'They' want you to see but you can change that image to suit yourself and see them as 'You' want to see them."My head spun a little as I tried to figure out exactly what was happening. I questioned my own thinking. Was Sara actually dressed as I'd seen her or was I projecting what I expected or wanted to see.Sara answered that question herself.