" The new Dick reached out a hand and took his own in a firm grip. "This one is the culmination of all the other games we've played. I wouldn't hea... of you backing out of it now." Circe?" That's Mr. Grayson, or Dick to you, sweetie," the other informed him. "Now, come along, Ms. Kyle. We have to be going. Fashionably late is one thing, but missing the entire affair is not something I have planned for tonight." Kyle?" Dick almost choked on the name as he was jumped to his feet, idly. Ours moved slowly toward a ramp with blue flashing lights. The lights on both ramps reminded me of those little lights you see outlining the runways at airports.As we got past the top curve of the ramp I saw that we were going to move under a larger arm of some type. Once under the arm, we heard a low thrum, and our little cabin, now detached from the lower unit was held in place while a new, different type of unit moved into place beneath us. Our cabin connected to this new unit and we were. Then, carrying the wine, she went back upstairs, found her packet of birth control pills, and took one, washing it down with the last of the wine. She contemplated going downstairs to get a refill, but knew she had too much to do. She had to tidy the house, and above all she had to go and do some serious shopping, for a whole new wardrobe.She stood looking down at the littered bed, still covered with all her underwear. On top of the pile were the panties he had used to clean his cock earlier.. It was all about the curves, the swell of her bouncing tits as she made animated hand movements, the cinched womanly waist, the roundness of her ass, the smooth skin of her legs. Christian Lawson-Smith became lost in a frantic, erotic daydream. Saskia stood at the foot of his bed, a seductive striptease, layers of sheer fabric fell to the floor until all she wore was a suspender belt, fuck-me shoes and a wickedly wayward smile. Naomi Lawson-Smith had mentally left the building. In her mind, she.