The thin material barely concealed what was just underneath. I could almost make out the dark stocking tops, garter straps, and glint of the metal cla...ps. Slip dresses were popular, so perhaps the slip could pass as a regular dress. As the train made its toward Hachioji, I slid my hand under my slip and stroked the smooth nylons, the bare skin above the stocking tops, and silky sheer panties. I ran my fingers along my hot pussy lips, stroking myself as I fantasized about the stranger on the. It’s no longer up for debate.”Stephanie nodded.“Where are you on that thing, Ryan?” I asked.“What thing?” Liz asked, turning to me.“We think we’ve identified the source of a possible leak,” I said.“And I’m just hearing about it?” Liz asked.“We thought it best to make certain before we brought it up to you,” Ryan said. “Right now, it’s just speculation. Once I know for sure, I’ll tell you everything. I’ll need until the end of the week.”“Who?” Liz asked.“We don’t want to poison your relationship. "Where ... Where am I, sir?" This is the Bondage Resort called Legion, in Brunei." Where is Brunei, sir?" In Borneo. Your parents will never find you, slave. The sultan comes here often. We have an arrangement with him and the police."Timmy moaned and tears ran down his face. The slim hope he'd been clinging to evaporated, just as they had intended. Even if he did manage to get loose from them, he was locked in cuffs, naked, and had no money. The training was fiendishly clever and they seemed. Something new that would be exciting for him. Then I remembered his words.Not the acts, the people.Steve was looking for the connection.Oh my.Steve wasn't wagering just two minutes, I realized. He was playing for bigger stakes. Much bigger.That scared me.That tugged at me.What were my stakes? I took a deep breath and looked around my apartment. It was pretty empty, I realized. Not as spartan as Steve's bedroom, but still. Utilitarian furniture accumulated in bits and pieces through my college.