Are you still interested?" Maybe." Salesman's caution took over. A pig in a poke was something you sold, not something you bought. "What are you selli...g, and how much is it going to cost?"The old man reached behind the counter and pulled out..."A crystal ball?" Mort said. "I think your line just ran out." No, no, look closer."Mort looked. A clear plastic -- maybe glass -- sphere about four inches in diameter sat on top of a small hexagonal black box. A small bust of William Shakespeare was set. "Slave thanks Mistress." And with that I opened my mouth...Her eyebrow lifted as if to ask what I wanted now... and then an 'Oh,right' expression on her face as she put the gag back in my mouth andcovered my face with the medical mask. "Good Luck, Slave." Thank You, Mistress," I responded, though with the phallic gag stuffedhalfway down my throat it sounded more like a, "Rmmpbu MMMppsss."Back to the elevator, and a few questions and floor tapping sent me tofloor 32, and it didn't take me long. "He gently rubbed the lotion into her backside, her bottom was too boney to look good with red stripes across it and her breasts too small and she was too tall and thin and willowy and elegant and beautiful and lovely to be chained up and beaten, he decided.He tried to find the eroticism but her tears spoiled it, he even tried to slide under her so she could sink down on him but it didn't work, so he left her alone on the bed and turned out the light and closed the door.He sat on his own soft. I then ran the cloth down over my breasts, moving the cloth in circles around their fullness, ending with the nipples which were hard as rocks by this time. I eased the washcloth down my stomach, running over it slowly, then down to my pussy. The feel of the cloth against me under the water was incredibly sensuous. I let my legs fall apart and gently ran the cloth against my clit, up and down my lips, I couldn't hold in the moan that crossed my lips. I dropped the cloth back on the side of the.