Then, toying with and pulling on her erect left nipple with her left hand, she slowly moved her right hand down over her stomach, feeling the sludge s...uidge between her fingers, through her bush now stuck in clumps by the oats. Finally she spread porridge over her wide thighs and twat and gasped at the sensation of the individual oats rubbing over her lips as she drew her finger through the slit up towards her clit and began masturbating. Sitting back with her knees bent and legs open she began. “Want to cuff me? Front or back?”“Yeah, well, sure,” John said, dazed.“What, front or back?”John began to get into the spirit of things. Gently turning her away from him, he pulled her hands behind her waist. “Well, if they were around front, you might find a way to get loose, couldn’t you.” He cuffed her wrists behind her back, taking care to be sure they weren’t too tight. He led to her the side of the bed, then sat down on the edge. “Why don’t you see if you can warm things up first?” John. Three years plus without one but the dry spell seemed to be over. And, if it was over, I had a plan.She was making coffee, and it smelled good. I came into the kitchen. I plopped down in one of the straight backed chairs that flanked her dinette table.“That was a great night, girl,” I said. She snickered.“I think that I can agree with your assessment pretty much unconditionally,” she said.“Hmm, would it be too bold of me to ask you to move in with me?” he said.She pulled two white coffee cups. "You'll never believe what I found. Follow me... if you dare." At that he broke into a crazed, ridiculous fit of laughter as he walked into the other room. James paused, and then followed the man into the living room. In the middle of the floor was a large metal phone booth like contraption. It seemed to be perfectly smooth on all sides, except for what appeared to be some type of control panel on one side. With out a word the man, who appeared to be Chris Eliot went to the control panel,.