The door lifted and the Oruk were revealed standing, arms crossed before a table in their usual intimidating fashion. Their captain Drung-Guk, stood c...ntrally flanked by his four most loyal crew.The group met midway and Stu flung the case onto the table. “Greetings”.“Human... Stu, I’ve heard good things of you. And bad things too” grilled the captain as he planted his his palms on the table eyeing off the metal case that shook the surface upon placement.“Ya?” Stu didn’t need to be reminded. They still felt incredibly loose and I asked if they could be tighter and they asked how tight I wanted them. I told them to pull them tight and I would let them know. They gave them a good tug and had them really tight, the Padded Velcro cuffs felt really good on my wrists and ankles so the tension was minor. I told them that was good and I was all theirs to play with. They asked if I wanted a blindfold or ball gag or anything else and I giggled and said “This should be good, for now.” They. When she returned, something in her demeanor had changed. I realized that a facade had been removed and that she was far more relaxed than I had ever seen her. I suggested a restaurant nearby which was known for soft music, elegance, excellent food and service, and above all, discretion in its dimly lit atmosphere. She decided that we would take her car, a convertible, and leave my rental at the office. As she drove, we spoke of inconsequential matters. She said that she wanted to wait. "I'm sure that is not the best course of therapy, Ms. Telson. Have you tried pleasuring yourself to ease the withdrawal?" Oh, yes," she lamented dejectedly. "I bought every vibrator and dildo on the market. I've poked and massaged myself until I was sore. Nothing works. For some reason I can't make myself come. I need a man's touch. I need a man's mouth on me or a man's cock in me to be satisfied. It's the only way. But, I need some sort of self-control. I don't want to be a slut, Dr. Gray." As.