"And the first thing you will do is kiss her." She returned. "No matter who is around, a real kiss. Give me your hands. Do you understand me?" "Yes Ma...am," I said while I lifted my arms behind me as she asked. She took my wrists and I soon felt them bound together. "And after that, you will do every single thing Gillian wants you to do. For the rest of the night. OK?" Her voice was friendlier now, not sounding so much like an order, but of course it was indeed an order. "Yes Ma'am." I heard her. I can hear myself moaning, with my eyes closed. The hand working my pussy speeds up and I can feel an orgasm approaching. And then it's there and I shudder and struggle to keep my balance.And before it's over, two more hands join mine on my body. I know somehow that I should be alarmed, but I'm not. I should open my eyes and turn around and see who this is, but I don't. The hands cup my breasts, and my own hand stays on my pussy, feeling the wet warmth that's there. And then the hands move to. He turned back to her, for starters, tongue this. He held out his hand, in his palm was a large oval pill. Lolita just stared at the pill, making no effort to take it from him. Its a vitamin C pill. Your body does not make vitamin C, it only absorbs it from what you consume, making it impossible to overdose on these. Lolita looked up at him, her brow furrowed slightly. I have a nice little prescription, giving me permission to take these as I see fit. They pose no risk to my safety or to. Of course, the writing could be her way of expressing how she really wished she could be? Perhaps it was her trying to experiment with a different side to her personality? I thought about her comment from last night, where she said she might just try out some of the things she had written.I called the manager at the Terrey Hills tavern, to confirm next week’s gig and to make sure it was all five nights that he wanted me there. It would be challenging fitting that in with the recording sessions.