”“Fuck me!” Pete exclaimed. “We’re playing with the big boys now!”Talk about pressure – we would be performing for a crowd who had turne... up to see one of the big, up and coming heavy rock bands. I would really have to sing my heart out; those guys were really good. I would have to tell Lori just who we would be seeing that night, too.The afternoon’s practice session took on a greater level of intensity; we all knew how critical it was going to be to be at our very best; playing for the AC/DC. The t-shirt was handed to you from the inside of anotherbucket of ice-water (just to ensure it was wet!).Then there was the fact that after our first performance he had takenPaula and my clothes and not returned our clothes to us forcing us tospend the night in his bar with little but panties and a dressing gown towear. And he had drugged us! Well perhaps that was unfair he had simplyoffered us the drugs and not told us about the side effects and left itto both of us to decide whether or not. "Please, baby, please untie me, fuck me right now. You can do anything you want to me" you say when I return to the bedroom. "I'm not done with you yet" I say and put a gag on your mouth and blindfold you. Then I place some ice cubes on your belly and tits. I then carefully place one just a little over your clit and then move away again, leaving the apartment with the girl again. The ice sends chills through your body. And the tought of not knowing if I'm just going to another place to fuck the. Tom and Jenny watched Steve and Ingrid work the boat from the time they slipped their moorings in Fisherman’s Cove to the setting of sails, the changes in course, and the setting of the anchor in Bargain Harbor. They were watching a silky smooth team at work. It looked to take no more effort than if they were doing the dishes or washing the car. They were a wordless, seamless pair. An economy of movement with a maximum of result. Steve had set the small, portable stern barbeque in place, and.