Some of the women paired with each other, other party-goers went off in threes. They casually fucked here and there, out in the open. No one seemed to...think it was a big deal. The couples were never totally ignored, but neither were they made the center of attention as I'd been. As I watched the various couples (or threesomes), I tried to recall my own brief experience with each of the women, what they'd done to me, how they had felt, how they smelled. A few stood out in my memory. A lot of. ... well, Ifelt something. The old familiar tingle between my legs. And then today,when I caught a glimpse of your bare tits I felt it again. But when thatballgag rolled out of your bag.... Wow. I really felt it. It scares me.I may be making a major mistake. But I want you here. I want you do use meas you wish. Photograph me. Turn me into your sex slave. Anything youwant. And then maybe I can fuck Jim again. The way he wants. The way Iwant."Sara grinned. Her whole face came. ‘A few times.’ ‘Well, it was Mike’s body in my dream, but it was really you.’ I paused for a moment and remembered her telling me that the only long-term relationship she’d had since dropping out of college was Mike, and he died of a heart attack. ‘We were on the observation deck of the Empire State Building, just like yesterday. My post card blew out of my hand, but this time you climbed over the rail to get it, and you fell off.’ She started crying. I put my arm around her again and told her,. I knew she'd be out of rehearsals around ten o' clock or so, so I stayed at the university library and then took off for the theatre. I figured we could both do with a late bite to eat and then maybe we could drive around and allow Carla to display herself. I was feeling particularly horny on this night and because of the rigorous demands of school for me and play rehearsals for Carla, we'd actually been having days here and there when we didn't have time for more than a peck on the cheek, let.