As she laid back on the bed she thought of their last conversation earlier that day, during which Law explained his fascination with role play in sex,...and how you could do just about anything through fantasy. He really wanted to do a '****' role playing scenario with her, but at the mention of it Maddy felt a bit freaked and wierded out. It was scary to her and she didn't really feel comfortable with the thought of it, fantasy or not. She found it difficult to associate **** with anything but. "No time now," and reached up and flicked off the restraints that had held Brita's legs in place."Make sure you use plenty of that," she said, indicating the lubricant. "Rightho, let's get on with it. Come on."Mitzi led the way along a plushly carpeted corridor and opened the door to a bedroom. The décor, as with most everything else that Brita had seen was fin de siècle, the heavy darkly coloured style that inspired memories of far better times, although before the advent of penicillin, Brita. I saved that one for her. I might tell her, or I might not. I did not know. I then started making a little noise to help her wake up.Her hair was matted over her face, so I could not see her expression as she regained consciousness. She slowly lifted her head and cocked it, looking for me. She raised up, then grabbed a pillow and crushed it under her chest for support. I whispered, “There’s coffee”. She looked at me thru her daze and then smiled when what I said finally penetrated her. He was short, only an inch or so taller than Cynthia, and thin. His clothes, jeans and a t-shirt that said ‘ARSENAL’ were baggy, his feet bare. He had graying curly hair, was clean shaven, and pale. Very pale. If not for a slight reddening of the cheeks he’d have looked like a ghost. ‘Come on,’ Cynthia said, ‘you have a guest.’ ‘Elizabeth,’ Cynthia said stopping before her and pulling the man closer, ‘this is Sean. Sean, this is Elizabeth.’ He raised his head and looked into her eyes. Shyly at.