?I guess I could use one of those asses over in the next aisle too? Right?? She blurts out as a kind of sick joke, trying to change the subject, wish...ng she hadn’t said it even before the sentence was finished. ?You really like this rack? Kathy?... These nipple studs excite you?... We couldn’t help noticing you working ‘em? Along with your other hand inside that blouse.? Craig asks, his smile leaving his face, now a more serious look. ?It is top shelf though!... Isn’t it?? Another. "Ah, Jilly." His wife looked him up and down, a smile growing on herface. "You look lovely in your uniform, do you like it?" If it pleases you, Mistress," he replied with another curtsey, but nosmile."Would you prepare a jug of Pimms, please Jilly, and bring theglasses."He just curtseyed, and, except for the click clack of his heels, heleft the room silently. Returning a short time later with thetraditional large jug of Pimms and lemonade mixture, decorated lavishlywith cucumber, strawberries,. What was once studied sophistication is now gloriously panting, shaking with need and desire, peacock feathers quivering against my skin, breasts rippling, tendons screaming in agony at the cruelness of their stretched captivity.I feel the sharp metal points of his manmade claws dig into my buttocks, pulling the flesh aside to expose the mocha star of my anus and the slimy, pouting wetness of my vagina. I rock backwards in my bonds; pushing myself onto him, asserting my availability, pleading. He was my best friend, best man in my wedding, fishing and drinking buddy, lots of laughs, always there - a true friend. Just lucky we found each other. I will never find a friend like him again. Outgoing to my introverted style, brilliant technologist, plays drums, knows everything, loves fast cars, but has a selflessness to him. He was always there. Also, he worked out and was in amazing shape. You could say I had a "man crush" on him, but we never went there until that fateful, amazing.