Much as Lynn loves the American songbook and its great stars, she is a modern artist. Her performances have a character and flavour that is her own, a...d good enough that she can earn a booking here in Greenwich Village, to which she, in true Ellington style, has taken the A train. But respected as she is, it is a modest audience that shelter in the basement club away from the chill of a New York autumn (or ‘fall’ as she is learning to call it). At last, Lynn senses that the variations she can. He's on a bed, I assume his. He's naked and resting his back against the head board. His massive cock is at full mast. It looks like it stops half way up his body. He's looking at me with a grin almost as big as his cock.'This is going to be fun' is her written message. Straight after my phone goes off again. It's from Bull. It's a series of pictures. They are taken from where I just saw him. I can tell because I can see his long legs in the picture. My girlfriend is standing at the bottom of. A length of rope was tied to her wrists, then looped around her ankles and pulled tight, drawing her feet almost up to her hands before it was tied off. The hogtie was now complete, rendering her completely helpless, her body, still wet from the shower and lying in a puddle of water. He rolled Shana over on her side, then sat back and watched while she tried to twist her tiny wrists free from the steel cuffs. She groped at the knots behind her ankles, but it was no use. Limbs trembling, Shana. " With that I heard him leave and close the door. ( you'll forgive any mis-spelling I hope, I have a vibrator slowly sliding into my ass and its making me a bit shaky) I showered quickly and shaved ( not that I needed to, my cock and balls have been smooth and hair free for years) as I stood standing in front of the mirror holding the mask wondering what to do there was a knock at the door, and he said " everything OK? not having second thoughts are you?" That made up my mind right there,.