The waiter turns his attention to me and I feel you start to get your revenge. I start to respond with “I’ll have the …” when I feel your fing...rs suddenly squeeze my clit. This little squeeze cause me to stop what I was saying and emit a squeaky little whimper. I attempt to disguise my whimper with a little cough and an “Excuse me” but your fingers aren’t relenting from their teasing. Again I fake a cough and swallow down a smile and looking at you, I ask if you want to have the Shrimp Cocktail. He jerked and pulled on the ropes harder. Brand blind his eyes and shook his head trying to keep it clear, his tongue felt thick, he tried to speak but couldn't get his mouth to work. He couldn't seem to move his arms or legs, his thoughts were a foggy haze. - Phoebe grinned down at Brand, she turned to her two toys, you can play with him for a short while, just don't break him to badly. She sat in her chair, watching, leering evilly, she did so enjoy these little sex shows, they were so. "We talked about it for like two minutes in the car. This is just something she managed to picture in her mind and to transfer onto paper." In like 20 minutes," the receptionist noted. "Sweetheart, that is the most amazing talent I think I've ever seen."Allie blushed only slightly at the praise and a little more when Celina ribbed her."That's not even her most amazing talent," she said. "But it's the only one she can demonstrate in my office – at least during business hours."Allie thanked the. No, Rachel! Stop! You’re okay. She exhaled deeply through her lips. You. Are. Oh. Kay. It had been almost two weeks (or, eleven days if you were counting like Rachel was) since her fight with Rebecca in the parking lot. And really, ‘fight’ wasn’t an accurate description, it had been an execution. Rebecca had confronted her over the disturbing implication that she had hooked up with Brad, twice, in the span of the prior day and a half. She had tearfully confessed, but she’d made it even worse by.