You may have any pleasure Master permits of this flesh. It is yours to use and abuse. It has no limits and asks for no restraint. It has no safe words... devour it in any way you choose."The audience cheered and clapped, some men making moves to the dais, but halted by the master. He stepped on to the platform, signaling to a maiden who brought a tray of instruments from which he made a selection.Standing behind the meat he restrained its wrists in a set of narrow, sharp black iron cuffs. Next he. I wanted to kiss her. I knew she wanted it too. Her mouth was slightly open. The old aunty was behind me and could not see us, but she would if we kissed. The rest were lying down. It was as if in that racing, crowded train, we two had reached a frequency only we two shared. I took up a book and sat on their berth, reading it. A few minutes later I found Vanshiqa sitting up. She was fidgety I could see. Vansh was asleep, his head towards the window. Then she turned and lied down with her head. Of course, she was stunning, and men had never ceased paying attention to her, even when she was deep into her girl- girl sex phase. Now one in particular caught her eye, a young lawyer named Rob, whom she met through a friend. On their very first date, he took her out to dinner, then to a famous local sports bar where there were banks of TVs on the walls, showing a multitude of games and competitions.She was having a good time, joking, drinking beer, when a TV monitor in the corner caught her. Less than a minute later, he was jarred out of his reverie. Not by his girlfriend's voice, but by the snarling, gravelly bark of a male voice. "Pervert! What the fuck are you doing here?"Startled, he scrambled to cover himself as much as he could. The man, short, muscular, with dark, close cropped hair and a blue uniform with patches that read "Security Officer." The man was holding the stick with Allen's clothes on it."I'm meeting my girlfriend here. I'm not a pervert!" Allen.