Lena sipped her coffee and grimaced at the packed classroom. Why are there so many people in this class? Its 7:30 on a Friday night, she wondered. As...a grad student Lena made herself attend every lecture and she was usually the only one who didn’t skip the late classes on Fridays. At least I was able to get a coffee before the cafe closed for the day, she thought. She looked lovingly at her big coffee cup, she was going to need the caffeine to get through this lecture. When class ended all of. It was tough, being surrounded by food, being so hungry and not being able to eat any of it. She reached into a bag on the passenger seat and pulled out a large chocolate cake. Her stomach rumbled loudly as she removed the packaging, the smell reaching her nose. Right now, it seemed as though it was the best smelling cake she'd ever had."I need some comfort food," She said to herself, patting her stomach in response to it's rumbling, "I've had a long day." Without any cutlery, she was forced to. I adored that sentiment.They blindfolded him; a tight shiny black Latex top and matching glossy stockings covered his obvious muscular definitions on his torso and legs. Our hosts, who had a legendary status in the community, tied his thighs to his chest and his ankles to a frame above his head. His wrists were fastened to the sides of the padded bench, leaving him helpless. They shaved him too; his butt, his pubis, his scalp and all of his exposed flesh was as bare as the skin of a newborn. !" Oh, YOU'RE going to be the one who wants to welsh..." I taunted.He didn't even flinch."Let's see what you've got, then." He almost whispered it.....I sneered assuredly at him and turned my cards over, showing absolutely NOTHING to work with. It was beyond obvious that my hand wasn't worth betting on to begin with, much less making SUCH a bet with. He looked me in the eye and didn't say anything for the longest time; I was pretty well convinced that in that moment, he knew EXACTLY why I'd.