Jim was a tall white guy of about six feet and a solid two-hundred pounds. He had dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He had on a lame “costume” of ... baseball cap wrapped in aluminum foil. Even in my stiletto heels Jim was still taller than me. “So, what’s your name? I’m surprised I haven’t seen you here before, you don’t look familiar,” Jim stated. Somewhat panicked, I looked for Anthony and Jillian but they were on the complete opposite side of the room getting drinks. I would have to talk to. Also, if I ask you a question, you will answer me truthfully,” Joey told Jeffery and Sophie.“They will be as you have instructed,” Joey heard the Eye in his head.“Jeffery, Sophie has said she has never had sex with anyone but you. Can you say the same?” Joey asked.“I have never had sex with anyone but Sophie since we were married. Before that, I did have sex with a few girls before I met Sophie,” Jeffery admitted.It so happened that it was Friday so neither Jeffery nor Sophie had to go to work. ?She moves into the house to gather supplies, whispering to herself. ?I'm such a bad ass. Like.. fucking Dirty Harry, or Keyser S?ze.?While she's gone he continues to test his restraints to no real avail. He's working himself up squirming around on the chaise lounge like some sort of dervish in a dust storm. But its no good. She's tied him quite well. The redhead returns and smiles down at him, setting a bag on the table beside his chair. She reaches down, thumb easing around the tip of his. I going along with her made her feel secure that nothing bad would happen at the shoots. I did sometimes intimidate the photographer where I had to let him know that anything he asked my wife to do if she agreed with it I would, so with that in mind it put the men usually at ease.Chuck as it turned out was a very small man, with glasses, that looked like an accountant of something. He was very nervous to start with he could barely keep his camera steady as he took pictures of my wife with her.