I didn't want to sit in a movie, where we couldn't even get to know each other better. Well, we'd have a late dinner, I supposed. When did ballplayers...eat? Their games started at 7 p.m. Dave said he had to be at the ball park by 5 p.m. They must eat after their night games. They probably just snacked, before that.Well, I guess I'd find out, soon enough.When I called, Dave gave me the all-clear to come on by the house, and refreshed my instructions about the directions to get there. It wasn't. Emma came running back from the stables to report with unconcealed delight that the horses had gone.Lauren waved goodnight to her friends and shut her door quietly. Her bed beckoned, the silk bedspread shining in the gloom of the evening. She fell, face down on top if it, hugging it's coolness, smiling and bubbling at the thought of having escaped so successfully. She was sorely tempted to strip and fall asleep on the spot, but pushed herself to wander through into her bathroom and wash. She. We sat around a small card table, set up the wine glasses, and began playing poker for penniesAfter playing through two glasses of wine each, with the women getting giggly, I said, "Playing for pennies is kind of boring," hoping Greg would get the hint.Greg was true to form and said, "Why don't we play strip poker?"Janet said, "I don't know about that."Amy said, "I don't think so."I knew I had to do something to force the issue, so I said, "Why not, we have all seen each other in bathing suits.. I worked on her legs first and kept them pretty taut, with little wiggle room. Once they were both done, I grabbed my soft whip. Then, barely touching her skin, I moved from one foot across to the other. Annabelle shivered at the light touch and pushed her hands toward her wide-open puss. I let her play for a moment before pulling them away one at a time to tie them down too. There she lay, this perfect female, tied to my bed and wanting me to use her however I saw fit. If this wasn't a.