Orgasm seemed to be toying with me, coming just within grasp before frustrating me again and again. I thought it might help to fantasize about being d...ngled from the ceiling by a harness. A harness designed specifically to keep my body in the spread-eagle position. In that position I could be swung around like a pendulum to have assorted procedures performed, usually involving some sort of intense clitoral stimulation.And the idea of being tethered like that elevated the level of excitement. ..”“Yes me too when I read about it, but everyone to their own - anyway you and I like a bit up the back passage now and then and so does Blossom,” Dearie answered, referring to their young, coffee coloured daughter. “I’m glad she’s going to stay with her grand-dad this week end, out of the way.”“How can these ever be out of the way sweetie, and neither will she, she’s a darling,” Nash chuckled running his hands over her bosom. “ I guess it’s not a yoke today?”He stood beside the bed, holding. My treat." She handed me a cardand gave me a wink as she turned to leave. About an hour later I finished my shift. As I pulled the hair net off myhead, I remembered the card in my pocket. Her name was Andrea Martin andthe shop was called Andrea's School of Beauty. I was nervous as I walked up to the shop. I wasn't wild about getting ahaircut at a beauty college, but in my financial shape I had to takewhat I could get. I calmed down a little when I read the window. It saidmen and women welcome.. At first, I could not work out why I kept being jerked back to wakefulness. After the third time, I stopped trying to close my eyes. I listened. Then I heard it. Not loud, but just loud enough to be heard through the wall: a moan. It sounded like a feminine moan. It came again. Definitely a woman. Of course, I thought, the couple next-door. They seemed to be returning the favour we had done them earlier.Another moan. Oh well, I thought, this gives me something else to think about. I did my best.