"He'll totally figure us out and we'll be arrested or something." First of all," Megan snapped back. "He doesn't know any of us. Andsecondly, we're no... doing anything illegal... technically." It's still a bad idea," Sean grumbled softly.Jack finally caught up with the two as Megan opened the door. On theother side was Officer Leo, wearing jeans, a casual button up shirt, anda sweet pair of Nikes. Sean was impressed."Nice shoes," she said."Oh, uh... thanks," he replied, caught a bit off guard.. This is the darkest part of the series and not for the weak hearted. So if you are not into BDSM or Incest, I request you to go back and find a story suitable to your fantasies.I laid there on the table, completely exhausted after a marathon of orgasms. I was breathing heavily and everyone took their places.“Do you know who this person is, Sarah?” Claire asked me.“No, Ma’am,” I replied.“Take a look,” Claire said and removed the cloth from his face.I received a shock of my life. He was none. Then it suddenly dawned on me. I was locked inside the Playboy Mansion and there was no way out.I sat down and pondered my dilemma. How the Hell can I get myself into such a mess I thought? Then I realized there was hope. The police would automatically be called soon. I know, I designed the system. Meanwhile back at Playboy headquarters on Michigan Avenue...the phone rings..."Hello, Playboy." Lois picks up the phone."Hello Ma'am, this is the Chicago police. We got a message that there was a. Her eyes closed and her teeth clamped down on her lip as the orgasm racked her body.As the waves subsided, she slowed her hand, enjoying the aftershocks. Her eyes drifted open and met his.“Thank you,” she smiled. “That was amazing.”“Are you satisfied, Kitten?”“Um,” she sighed.“Kitten. Are you?” She knew that tone just as she knew it was best to answer him honestly.“Yes and no,” she answered.“I thought as much. The princess plug and lube are in the bedside table, yes?”“Yes, they are.”“Get them.