“Two naked people, alone in a beautiful garden with nothing to do but eat and...”“Fuck!” Clarissa completed the sentence, as we both laughed t...gether.“Pretty much. And given that Orthodoxy teaches that sexuality is part of the normal human condition, and that it is the perfect metaphor of complete union - the two become one flesh - there would be no reason for them not to make love or procreate before ‘The Fall’. And by the way, do you know that cars are mentioned in the Bible?”“Cars?”“Sure.. "Yes!" I agreed as I took Gail's hand leading her to the bedroom.I noticed our nosy neighbor was peering though our glass enclosure on our sun deck. Fuck him, I thought to myself. I swooped up Gail and carried her the rest of the way to the bedroom with Anne leading the way, discarding her blouse and shorts along the way. After laying Gail on the bed I headed off to the bathroom to get some protection. I couldn't remember where they were as we don't use them and by the time I returned the girls. My character in the murder mystery had to role play with Simon’s quite a lot. I was a saucy French ex singer and he played a detective who suspected me of the crime. As the drinks flowed there was lots of flirting between most characters, but at the end of the night when the game was over and I was putting the empty bottles in the garage I felt a grab and rub on my arse. I assumed it was Steve ready for some late night nookie but to my astonishment, when I turned around I saw it was Simon.I was. Slowly awareness started to creep back in her mind. She remembered being in the stocks last. Oh, yes, her ass was sore, but that was just the first hint of the sensations her body was starting to report. Drawing her attention the most was the constriction all over her midsection. She was wearing something leather, she remembered them mentioning a corset now. The fog of waking up was clearing from her mind. Damn it’s tight. No–more than that–it’s really fucking tight. How did she sleep in this.