He lifted his body away from mine enough to unclasp the fastener that held my spreader bar to my collar. I felt my legs start to straighten as he shif...ed his body to ease them to rest on the bed. It felt good to stretch them out once again.I felt him give the chain that connected my nipple clamps a little pull. They bit into my already tender flesh. I felt his tongue lick the tip of my left one. Even though I thought I was prepared for what was to follow, I moaned as the pain overtook me when. You following this?”“I follow you sir. Uh, how do I contact Mister McRiley?”“Figure it out, Frank!”Marilyn had been listening to us, and she reached across the aisle and swatted at me. “Will you behave?” She turned to Frank and said, “Get a pen and pad and I’ll give you a few numbers.” He scrambled and pulled a pen and notepad out, and Marilyn read off some numbers from her cell phone. She gave him Brewster’s, but also Marty’s and mine, and the numbers for my offices in D.C., and the ones for. It was a private little Garden of Eden, lush and isolated, and we were totally, completely alone. The sounds of nature were joyously loud, from the far-away gentle rushing of the river that fed the pond to the more mysterious rustlings in the grass. Around us birds and insects celebrated their lives heartily in a number of discordant choirs that merged into soothing beauty. What wasn’t so simple was my relationship with you or the way you were rather firmly and nakedly tied up to the four. And, when I did get her into bed she was as passionate as I've ever seen her be. I know Donna would feel bad if I told her that you were upset or ashamed about anything that occurred between you two last night. I'm not sure about any details, but I do know that the two of you did more than just dance together last night. So, please don't apologize. If you didn't enjoy any part of last night, well then Donna is the one you need to talk with and set straight. I know from first hand experience.