Wendy looked at Paul waiting. She could be tough when she wanted to get something done.Paul squirmed a moment and then said, "Okay, okay, I'm just not...used to being in the room with you two and neither of you being in charge. What do you see for this trip, Jim?" This trip started as a sightseeing junket for Wendy and me but has become more than that, much more. With no contact from the northeast, we should know what, if anything, is going on up there. It's been eight years and we should have. He didn't get up, he didn't yell, he didn't try to cause a fight. He started to say something, and I barely heard half of the first word "first" and things went sort of blank.The next thing I remember is 'coming to' in my bedroom to the sound of a man talking and the snap of fingers.I look down and I'm mostly naked. I'm wearing my favorite shinny pantyhose which are torn and wet and slimy. I look around to see Dennis, Veronica, and 4 guys I've never met before but are somehow familiar to. Of course it's easy to just turn around, take his hand and tow him to the semi-privacy of one of the restroom stalls, but where's the fun in that? Have I ever told you? I'm a bitch. I like the chase. I love playing the game of cat and mouse, whether I was the cat or the mouse didn't matter. I wondered what he would do to get what he wanted. After I went to the toilet and freshed my flushed face up a bit I tried to view my options. If I had scared off Mr. Fuck, I'd have to find pleasure. " "That's right," she said impishly. "You kept your secretsfrom me. Bad girl. Just for that I'm adding two more weeks to yoursentence." She squeezed his fingers and he returned the gesture."Thank you," Chuck said with deep feeling. "You're welcome," his wiferesponded. "I love you, baby." "And I love you more than ever."******I felt completely helpless. First of all, my penis was inside achastity tube that was lined with short points. I couldn't get hard butif my body tried to, it.