Then she picked up the handcuffs. “What were you planning on doing with these?” she asked. He smiled, a little embarrassed. “I thought we would...have a little fun tonight,” he said. She stretched out on the bed, her arms and legs splayed. The pose was so welcoming, he thought. He had always loved when a girl would spread her legs for him to penetrate her, it was so carnal and inviting. This was a step up, her body communicating how willing and excited she was to be tied up. He was lucky to. I told myself to see all the cell phones, laptops, and web cams where someone was using the camera. Whenever I pointed a dot in the right lens of the goggles on the device with the camera in use I got to see and hear as if I was looking out of the camera with my left eye.“Turn on all, stay locked on camera”When I did that everything got even cooler. I saw the same on my left eye as before, but now the right eye was showing me exactly where on the blueprints the phone was located and on which. We were relaxed in each other's company. One day I told her that her husband must be the luckiest man in the country. He must keep her very busy; I certainly would, giving him a massage every night.Pat became a little quieter at that. "Sven..." she said, "He can't bear me touching him like that; in fact, we sleep in separate beds now." And then, in a rare moment of complete candour, she added, "That side of our marriage died a long time ago; he's more interested in going out with the lads and. " "Fuck you!" Chloe replied, returning to her seat. Michael knew that he had to leave. He grabbed his already packed bag from his work station and headed back to his apartment. He was cursing at himself the whole time, for his stupidity and lack of sensitivity. That night, Michael hardly slept. Friday was casual day at the office. Nicole had reminded Michael that in the evening, the designers usually hung out in the staff lounge and that they usually stayed late in the office. When Michael.