"All of the unique happenings of the last months had suddenly faded into dull normalcy by comparison. Cal could not have contrived a scenario like thi... one."Tessa, how would you really feel about it if it happened?" What do you mean? I'm trying to convince you to do it. Doesn't that tell you how I would feel? Ohhhh! You mean would I be jealous? What does that matter?" Oh, come on, Tessa. We've been great friends forever. If you had some hopes that maybe... I mean..." Honestly, Cal, I've had a. ” He threw up his arms. “She kind of just flipped up the front of her skirt to show me the cut.”“Get the fuck out of my store!” I stamped my foot and pointed dramatically towards the door.He just smiled. “As you wish,” he said, sounding slightly amused at my behavior.He reached for the box but I snatched it away. The box did say “Agent Provocateur,” after all.He left, brazenly appraising me with his eyes before stepping out. As always, his stare left me dripping wet. Being enraged and. " He said, getting up and going over to the light switch, dimming them even more. Now she (he!) really did look like Bob (or was it Barry?) from the bar.He shucked his trousers, put on the lubricated condom and got behind her (him!). He poked his finger at her anus a little. Too tight."This a virgin hole, hon? I'll be gentle." He stuck his thumb in his mouth, lubing it up as best he could, then pressed the thick digit at her puckered orifice. He could hear her gasp from discomfort as his. Now, are you ready to be whipped slave?? The room echoed with the sound of his voice and he stood listening to the sounds of her laboured breathing waiting for an answer. After another minute had elapsed he spoke again. ?You must like hanging like that, the only way you are going to get down from there is to beg me to whip you. So what are you waiting for? Oh and make it sound sincere.? He watched as she slowly raised her head again. She looked at him through red rimmed.