Traditional rocker uniform-GUEST_JAZZYSCAMPI : -Smiling softly she watched him, leaning against the banister at the top of the stairs-GUEST_DEVILHOR...S95: all set? -He asks, straightening out a few creases in his shirt-GUEST_JAZZYSCAMPI : All set -She smiled, sliding down the banister to land at his feet. Dressed in a short plaid skirt, a white blouse and black boots-GUEST_DEVILHORNS95: my word. -he takes out a pair of rocker sunglasses and puts them on then comically takes them off quickly. "Come on, baby," Neil continued, “let's get you a drink.” As my husband led me by the hand I looked back at Gareth with a knowing stare and watched him discretely smell his fingers. God, I wanted him. After what seemed like an eternity mingling awkwardly amongst a blurred succession of faces Neil insisted on introducing me to, I finally got away and caught my breath. My senses were heightened by wine and the thrill of what had just past: through the pulsating din of the music I could hear. She located her Mother's battery-powered vibrator and withdrew it from the bag. Gingerly and without speaking, she laid it on the blotter on Miss Abrahams' desk."What's this, Melanie?" Mum's 'little helper'." Both women stared fixedly at the pink plastic casing. "Would you like to try it, perhaps?" Miss Abrahams undid a second button on her blouse and gave a plaintive sigh."I... I couldn't. No, it's completely out of the question. Unthinkable!" Not even if I helped you?" Helped?"Emboldened by. ..let you also be as you need...without it at times...but with it much much more than you ever can be without it...my sadistic domination of your life...as you ask for and need to be punished...for bolting from me...for any reason whatsoever, if I choose or not...it doesn't matter...you live for my attention, no matter how I dispense it...gently and lovingly...or like this"... "You do know you're to be punished, Megan" "Yes I know Master" "You need to be punished...to show that you're aware of.