Taking him only 10 minutes to walk into my apartment we move into my room. Lights turned on I walk over to my sleeping beauty. "Don't wake her yet." ... tell Joe. I open a cold bottle of rum and pour slowly onto her breast. Joe instantly drops down and licks up the rum. I see her wake up and pour the rum onto her shirt gag. With no choice, she drinks the rum that dribbled through her gag. Joe keeps licking up the rum as I pour up and down her body. Half the bottle gone I back away, and let Joe. They both wanted that kiss, and Kelly, being the more honest of the two, was the first to admit it.Now he had a choice. There were rules, and Brandon had spent the last six years learning to follow them. He had never denied that there was still a part of the bad boy left in him, but in learning to follow the rules he had learned to tame that bad boy, to lock him in a cage where he belonged, and even to tone him down somewhat. How many times had he shut him away in the face of temptation? . In another an elderly man dressed in leathers is whipping the breasts of a younger woman. A crowd has gathered and is yelling for him to strike harder with each blow. He wants to please the crowd so he obliges and the woman’s cries rise another notch. Unusually though she is not bound, she holds her hands behind her back and thrusts her breasts out to meet the whip. She could step away at any time, but does not. I think to myself that this is the most erotic part of the show, her. “Really?” Miss Joanne said, “that’s amazing, I’m flattered!”“What, you do it in your pants just looking at photos, Her photos?” another girl asked, incredulous. “I worship Her, She’s a goddess,” I said, looking at Miss Joanne and away again. I loved it that I’d told Her. That was my dream.She smiled at me – “that’s so sweet of you – what’s your name?”“Graham,” I said, shyly.“Graham! You’re the one who sends those letters to my fan club!” This is around 1990, no emails, no mobile phones. “Yes.