” “Is this a signal to me?” “If you want." “I want.” She shuffled back on the sofa and our bodies molded together. I put my hand on her st...mach intending to slide it under her tee-shirt and massage her breasts. She stopped me. “Nick, you know that I have been making love to somebody else?” “Yes, I know, and I know that for every time you had your lover, you made sure I slept with Christina.” The grip on my arm softened. “Do you want to know anything about him?" she asked. “Only if it would. So, for nearly four years no I’ve been visiting Lynette once every ten weeks or so, something that has never been a chore and it’s a whole lot better than going to the barber. The first time I arrived at her door her husband answered. He was a short, dorky man who seemed awkward and not very personable. Behind his wire-rimmed glasses his ferret-like eyes moved a lot and didn’t meet mine, but he let me in to meet Lynette in their kitchen, where she worked on her customers. I liked the fact that. His hand moved down her body, for a brief moment there was the outlineof his palm white against the darker blood filled capillaries leftbehind. His had moved downward until he cupped her mound. He had to leanin a bit over her shoulder while he did so to compensate for moving hishand so far down her body.His face moved closer to her ear, but he kept his level of speech thesame instead of whispering. He wanted us both to hear him."But that was not as much of a disappointment for me as it was. Gabby took her time and cranked Emma’s wrists tighter and tighter up to the steel frame. “Shit! That hurts! My shoulders are hurting a lot! Let me down so I can stand at least!” Emma said.With her wrists tightly pulled to the two high corners of the device, Emma’s feet dangled a few feet off the floor! To make Emma even more tightly secured within the device, Gabby cranked Emma’s ankles tightly to the lower corners of the steel frame. “Fuck! Oh please! Now my ankles, wrists, shoulders and hips.