That I didn't reallylove him and that I didn't really want to marry him. Only one more yearof law school and I would be a lawyer and free to return to...being Brett.It all seemed so simple, I just had to stick to the plan. Unfortunately,that was easier said than done. When I was with him my willpower wentright out the window and I found myself longing to stay in his presence,for him to kiss and to fuck me to death. I knew just how to please himand keep him enticed by me. He liked me to act and. I have been dying to tell you all about it but there was always someone around just when I started to write to you and this is just the kind of letter I DON'T want anyone to be reading over my shoulder. Anyway, last Wednesday, which is the beginning of our weekend here, being in quite a kinky mood, I went to this salsa party and saw some interesting and sexy guys. One in particular caught my interest, a sweetie with a big bulge in his pants. While I danced with several people I managed to flirt. Susan took another hit from the Panama Red and thought about her marriage. She was a woman who took her vows seriously. However, her husband wasn't so inclined. Before moving to California, she'd discovered he'd been cheating on her. She began to notice it when they were together. His body was in the room, but his mind was someplace else. The sex stopped soon after that. She'd thought the move to the west coast would end the affair. It hadn't, because her husband now spent much of his time. "Just let me show you," she said to Isobel's companion and then, turning to Graham, "Drop your trousers and your pants!" Please, Caroline, don't make..." Graham started to beg but then, seeing his ex-wife's look of fury at him using her name in front of strangers, he stopped himself and began to obey. In moments his trousers and pants were pushed down around his ankles and his private parts, caged in the chrome plated chastity device he was forced to wear, were clearly on display."There," said.