She gasped and let out a slight moan as I massaged her nipples with my trembling finger tips. Slowly I raised her shirt and flipped up her bra allowin... her breasts to sway freely under the sheets. I dove under the covers as what felt as if I were swimming in an oven from the heat our bodies had been putting off for that past 30 minutes. I started licking her nipples and she firmly puts her hand on my head making me aware of the pleasure she was receiving from my tongue. The thought of me. Scot knew, of course, in thisday and age, that privacy was a fucking illusion, but still--you didn't expectthe average citizen would get crank notes. Of course, the average citizen didn'tgo about, writing fantasy stories of women being broiled, spitted, roastedand basted either. He reflected on this as he started his car. He kept to himself, didn't likebars or loud parties, hated sports. So what was wrong with this little hobby?It was harmless, really. Only those who couldn't distinguish. It wasnt a question. Suzi staggered out from behind the counter and went to Dominicks little group. They surrounded her and started walking toward the back hallway where the bathrooms and storage rooms were. I got up and followed, watching the manager. His eyes were following them too. The five of them went into a supply room at the end of the hall and I went back to the manager. Whats with her? I asked, sucking the straw in my drink. Im sorry, what? the manager asked, professional all the. Still... this guy was very likely some weak-kneed performer who'd wet his pants if I came on hard and tough, giving him no chance to dance around the subject. I'd come on strong, and he'd spill the goods, and life would be sweet for all concerned, especially yours truly. So I let her pull me along toward the back of the bar."Pleasssse... pppplllleeeesssseee!!!!"Quickly, we were standing in front of a door marked with a gold star, underneath of which was a neatly lettered sign announcing "Dr..