The discomfort in James' chest, arms and shins was mild thanks to thethick leather padding on the bench. Multiple leather straps were woundtightly aro...nd each limb and his midsection, sealing him to the unituntil Mistress chose to free him. The headrest had been removedcompletely. Bayonetta wouldn't allow it to impede her periodic fucking ofJames' mouth. Her slave would just have to endure without theconvenience.Allowing his head to hang off the side of the bench freely would've beentoo simple,. But I said, "Ok."We drank another bottle and we finished our meal. As we left therestaurant he offered me his arm and I took it. I clasped both my handstogether at one stage, clinging a little too tightly, but the truth isthat I never felt so much a woman than at that moment. It had notoccurred to me before that it would, but having a man made me feel thisway.We went up to his room.I noted, "A king size bed. You must have backed yourself that I wouldsay yes the moment you checked in." I. "I lost my head, Sir," I said, winking at Becky."No telling what the weather will do from now on. I'll drop your clubs off on Saturday morning," he said before ending the call. I offered to pick up my clubs on Friday night but he insisted on delivering them to my house."It may be better all around if you don't come to the house after the game. Tell Dustin to come alone," he ordered."Yes Sir," I said.We compared the two telephone calls I had received on the walk over to Becky's house. Greg was. He then turned to the night standand retrieved Jordan's pad and pen and handed it to Jordan."It's good that you were able to rest your voice. It had to regain it'sstrength," He continued."I'm sure you have a lot of questions for me. since you've been out," thedoctor said.Jordan wasn't really paying much attention to the doctor's words, he wasjust happy be able to write a note. He nodded at the doctor's words whileopening the notepad. He began to write as the doctor kept track of thethermometer.