For one thing, I loved Mary and I had never cheated on her and for another all the women at the party had come as part of a couple. There were none wh... came as singles. I was good friends with all of the guys and there was no way that I would have made a pass at any of their women. But I couldn't explain the lipstick on my underwear or the bra and panties on the floor. I couldn't remember a damned thing.I picked up the bra and looked at it. The little tag sewn into the sidepiece in the back. "Grip the foot rail of the bed" I ordered. Anna complied.Her breasts hung down and i knew exactly what I was going to do to them.I returned to the closet and looked around for a few items, and found exactly what i wanted."So let me get this straight, the more i hurt you the more you like it?" Yes master" Then you're going to love this!"I stretched one of her nipples harshly pulling it down to the bed stead. then holding it taut grabbed one of the nails i had taken from the closet, and started. As you punch in the code to turn of the alarm, you hear footsteps and look around, but you don’t see anyone, so you continue inside the gym. You walk through the mostly dark main room; the gym is part of a bigger building and doesn’t have a lot of windows. The main room is the only one that has any windows, which would make you visible from the outside, so you walk strait to the changing rooms.You strip completely naked in a matter of seconds, and put on your lose pink hot pants and matching. ’ ‘Oh. Wait a minute, Stan, I think Yves wants to speak with you.’ Stan did NOT think that was a good sign, but at least she hadn’t simply hung up. Maybe the disruption hadn’t been that bad. ‘Stanley? Yves Navarre here. I assume you wish to come back and dance?’ ‘Hello, Yves.’ Stan put his hand over the microphone and called upstairs, ‘Pick up, Anne!’ He put the phone back to his ear, removed the hand over the microphone, and told Yves, ‘I’ve got Anne on the upstairs extension. Yes, Yves, we.