I don’t even know what to say. You took on three men, I don’t know how with all that happened you can say I was brave!’ Don seemed to find her r...ply funny and he smirked at her. ‘Don, this isn’t funny, you could have been killed!’ Don’s expression turned serious again as he peered down at her. ‘And what about you Anne?’ ‘What about me?’ The smirk was back as Don started speaking. ‘Anne, I’m a big guy, linebacker, Army veteran, I’ve been fighting my whole life.’ ‘So?’ ‘You just don’t get it,. Even imagining the possibilities made her rub her thighs together, whimpering at the need she felt to be hurt further. This was to tease her, she knew. A time for her arousal to cool before they stoked it high once again, for they knew she would enjoy this pain. Even without seeing her, they controlled her. And she loved it. After a minute or so of writing, Jennifer felt something solid and flat slide beneath her breasts. It supported them, the curved undersides of her tits resting upon its. I touched the counter. I was solid again.If only I was invisible. My hand went through it again.Okay, I had to mentally wish it. It wasn't some kind of verbal mantra. It was a certain kind of thought. Perhaps it worked on a certain brainwave? It didn't matter. What mattered was it worked.I noticed I was still clothed. It was reasonable for my clothes to fall off when I was transparent. These clothes were not the same ones that were soaked yesterday. That brought to mind a theory.I became. .. no-strings fuck-buddy. And ... she was inebriated, to say the least. I left her on the couch and fetched a glass of water."Jen ... drink. Please."Her eyes opened and she peered up at me. "You want me to drink?" Just some water, Jen." Oh ... okay ... Boss..." Her hand rose and waved uncertainly in the general vicinity of the glass. I put it in her hand; suspicious of her ability to hold it and guide it to her lips, my hand hovered near. Just as well, as her arm drooped and the glass tilted. I.