First to register was that she was completelynaked. The next was that she could not move her legs. She couldn't remember howshe got from the club to h...re. Head down, hanging limp in her restraints, she could see that her legs werelocked tightly in a pair of bright red ski boots, holding her legs spread aboutthree feet apart. The boots seemed to be bolted in place, each one attached toa narrow metal strip projecting about two feet out from a large, glass tank infront of her. The boxy tank was. ‘She is a real tease, I mean, it wasn’t my idea,’ David conceded. ‘So she was asking for it? That’s what men like you always say, isn’t it?’ she teased. ‘No, I mean…’ ‘You were just giving her what she really wanted, right? What she needed?’ she insisted, making him shiver by kissing his neck, marking his skin with her lipstick. The crimson ‘O’ formed on his skin reminded her of a brand, a mark of ownership. It seemed to say ‘you belong to me now’. ‘I couldn’t help myself,’ he confessed,. When she was done she said if I wanted to play a game I could so we went into the living room she sat in a chair off to one side of me and she put her feet up on the coffee table and as she did so I could see her pussy plain as day. It made it hard to play the game and I died quickly every time, she laughed and said that I needed more practice, I told her my mind was somewhere else right now but I was much better that what she saw. She said oh really and if I wanted to play her I said sure and. You're going to be with Michael at Christmas. You can do it with him then." I said, "Jeanne, you'd like to do it for Trent the next time you get together with him, wouldn't you?" "Yes Michael, I really would." "Go ahead, you have my permission." "Are you sure Michael?" "Yes Jeanne, I'm positive. Do you remember the discussion we had in San Francisco about givers and takers." "Yes, of course I do. We decided that we're both givers. That's one of the reasons I enjoy dating other men so much. It's.