We listened for a while, almost forgetting that wed wanted to fuck in the field. We backed off a little, and when we were out of earshot, I asked Aime... if she would be interested in maybe putting on a little show for these two guys. They looked to be about 18 years old, probably enjoying their last few weeks of freedom before going to college or starting work somewhere. They both looked pretty skinny, but Aimee only cared about one thing on a guy … the ability to get hard and stay hard and keep. Closing time. I reached up to wipe sleep away from my eyes, but my hand wouldn’t obey. I figured I was still impossibly drunk. I tried again. Something held it back. I was tied by both hands and feet to the floor – thick rubber cords fastened into eyehooks in the wooden floor. Then Joyce was there, lighting candles around the mattress with a cigarette lighter. She was topless, wearing only the thong and the heels. She told me what a great time she had had that night, that it was just. I stared at her, unable to take my eyes off her breasts. They weren’t particularly large but had a perfect teardrop shape topped by small dark circles surrounding her nipples.There weren’t any tan lines on her body. She remained silent for a while making no attempt to divert my gaze. Finally, she spoke softly.“Come and sit down. Can I get you a cup of tea or something? I’ve just opened some wine if you want a glass…”I sat down on a wooden garden chair and she handed me a glass of cold white. Rick smiled and said, "It looks like you need some help."I looked past him and saw the other customers in the clothing side of the store staring at another big screen television. And there I was on the screen. Just like in the bar on the other side of the glass wall there were four different angles on the split screen showing me in all my glory.Rick entered the booth, leaving the door wide open. It didn't really matter. I had no modesty left to preserve. Everyone in the building has already.