I though for amoment. I though I would hold it to help with the anticipation and humiliation.I decided to set a timer for one hour. If no one came in ...y the end of onehour, I would free myself, dress and go home,?to try it again next Friday night.I was in place, all was as it should be.? I locked the lock. Now I could only wait andlisten to the clicking of the timer. It was so quiet in the store. I wasnervous and cold. I was wishing I had put a blind fold on. If nothing happenstonight, I will. " And she had cheerfully gotten my food.There was no doubt in my mind that she was my girl. Her lips were so unique and I'd known them so intimately. And, when she spoke to me, I was certain I could hear that same voice that I'd heard groaning and slurping on the far side of the stall separator. I know that sounds crazy, but I could just feel the connection. Despite that fact, I was never able to say much more beyond "thank you" to Michele as she served me. I don't know if I would have been. After she's gone. I'm really going to miss having sex with her.When Tiffany enters her room, she is momentarily surprised to find Frankpreening in front of her mirror. "And just who is this handsome stud, Wilyam?" she asks sexily. "Did you bring here just for me?" Damn, Tiff, you know I hate it when you call me Wilyam." I replied."And, of course, I brought Frank home for you, lover."When I look towards Frank, I can see he is clearly startled. I can sense him thinking "Aren't I supposed to. No ... too messy and suspicious. No ... no ... the heart failure/stroke is the best, I think."By now Aksana had succeeded in reviving Alice."Is it true, Aksana? Am I free?" Yes, Alice, it is."Alice instinctively hugged her sister slave, and wept for joy."Alice? Please tell me all that you know about this sack of shit, here."For the next twenty minutes she recited the history of Frederick Mark Arnold, businessman and slaver.I, of course knew all of what she was telling us from my mind probes,.