As we talked I noticed the sales lady was getting more red-faced and her breath quickened. We looked over the clothes and accessories, toys and oils, ...nd we picked a new toy.Nikki modeled two outfits. The first was a blood-red teddy with silk trim and a matching garter belt. The second was a restrictive corset that pushed her tiny breasts up into tasty mounds topped with cherry stone-hard nipples. She strutted over to where I was sitting and asked, “You like this one?”The bulge in. "When will he be waking up?" Bonnie asked him."We're going to keep him sedated until tomorrow," the doctor told her. "We feel we should let the trauma to his body heal a little before he has to face the trauma of losing his wife." There are some things I really need to tell him, doctor," Bonnie told him."I'm sorry ma'am, but they'll just have to wait until tomorrow."Bonnie tried to argue him out of keeping me sedated, but the doctor was adamant.Wednesday, November 14, 1979I awoke the next. He blew on it. Oh, my God. Then his fingers were back. He was pinching them with more force, but they were ready for the assault. I was sodden at this point. I thought he might have to cut off my jeans and panties with surgical scissors. He ran his nails lightly around my breasts. The sensation was not as intense as the previous ones, but was exquisite nonetheless. Suddenly he began pressing his fingers into opposite sides of my breasts as if to squash them. I had felt this kind of assault. What if Sara should have second thoughts? What if she should show up unexpectedly while Randi and I are fucking? What if she just sits out front in her car and sees her arriving, or leaving? Oh god, I can't go through with this!But this, Laura knew in the back of her mind, was insane. There would be no second thoughts. Sara was not going to reconsider. Still, the thought of killing her chances twice, even in fantasy, had a way of deflating all her exciting expectations of a torrid evening in.