‘You’ve lost your accent,’ Joelle eventually remarked. ‘I’ve been wondering what it was … You’re talking like a pom!’ ‘I am a pom,�... Nick smiled. ‘And you’ve changed too,’ he added. ‘Your clothes … I mean, what happened to the cut-offs?’ Now it was Joelle’s turn to give an account of the last fifteen years. She described the turmoil of coming to a decision: Should she let herself love Nick? He’d been nineteen, she thirty … She was wild and tempestuous, whereas Nick was quieter, more. He grimaced again, unable to keep the pain-filled groan from escaping his lips as he struggled to his feet. Losing his balance, he pitched forward in the darkness and slammed against a heavy dirt wall. Leaning against it and bracing with his good leg, Rick managed to right himself, though he was perspiring heavily and gasping for air, grunting with each laborious breath as he cherished his small victory.Slowly and with a great deal of pain from his broken leg, Rick began to feel his way around. One wall was filled with a ceiling-high self that held all kinds of sex toys - dildos and vibrators in all shapes, sizes and colors, straps and harnesses, I could even spy clamps and gags among the selection. Another wall held rolls of rope and more shackles, from feathery pink wraps of fabric to wicked looking metal rings. The third wall had a shower and a toilet stall - everything so you wouldn’t need to leave the room. “Oh wow,” both Jimmy and I breathed out in astonishment. “It’s quite the. "Those words ignited a firestorm between my waist and my thighs. Share me?My wife smiled. "I booked us a room upstairs, hoping we could take the first step on this new journey tonight." Cara squeezed my thigh, "I'm in." Raising my hand in the air, I yelled a little too enthusiastically, "Check, please!"The three of us walked, at a faster than normal pace, to the elevator. I was the meat in this lovely sandwich. Once the elevator doors closed, it was on. Cara attacked my mouth with hers as my.