The spilled drink is just an excuse. And don't worry. If it gets to be too much, we can call a halt anytime. Is that how you guys do it?" Yes," Alison...replied, "we have safewords. But James has said Max and Elsa play a little rougher than we do." They definitely play rough," Anne put in. "But never enough to do any real harm. We might have marks for a few days, but nothing permanent. Except these." She looked down to where two small gold rings hung from the ends of her nipples. "Max put these. "I'm trying to cope with that myself, but I don't see how I can pick them off one by one. Unless this thing actually works." What thing?" she inquired, squinting her blue incorporeal eyes."The pony," I replied, almost shamefully."What does it do?" I kept asking myself but no-one explained it. For some weird reason, I built it like that myself and it's supposed to have a nuke-like effect, if it does work in the end, that is." Nuke-like?" As I said, no-one explained it to me. It's our best chance. Bath over I took her in to the lounge room and opened another wine and gave her a glass so she could really relax while I made up the special treat for Max.In the kitchen I put the large block of chocolate in a pan to melt. When it had melted I added half a glass of honey and made sure it was mixed well together. Then I put the pan in the fridge to cool the melt. The mixture had to be just right. Not so cold that it would set, but cool enough for it to be of a thick consistency.I had already. He stood with the overbearing confidence that bugged her somewhat. As if he thought he was the hottest piece of sex on the planet. She had to sadly admit, she was proud to have him has her twin brother. Standing there now, shirtless, with sweat clearly dripping off of his toned body from his recent workout and his deep brown hair, slightly damp falling over those sexy gray eyes. Hell, who couldn't argue! Even her hormones kicked in when he was around. It wasn't that he was better looking. They.