I'll leave theURL for a great BDSM site and you'll need to start purchasing some of thegear." He must have seen the fear in my eyes and though I could...tell heenjoyed it immensely, he reached out and wrapped a beefy, calloused pawaround my slim waist, pulling me into his hard, lean physique. He whisperedin my ear. "Don't worry, sweetie. I know how to treat my gurls, I won'thurt you......much. Heh, heh."Again, I was brought back to the realization that this whole situation wasspiraling out of my. I hadn’t even gotten an invitation for New Year’s. I think that they were getting the message. Not sure how I felt about that, but it was what I wanted, that is to not be some kind of human ornament for each and every holiday. Well, that’s the way I saw things as developing, and I didn’t much like it.I did have questions though. I knew from talking with Stacey on the phone, on Christmas Day, night actually, that for the second time the Ellisons had not shown their faces. Stacey’d called to see. ..maybe there are other things I could do for you. Please? Just don't call the cops. Please?"My legs felt heavy as I closed the distance between us in two short steps. I knew that if I continued to entertain these thoughts, I would do something regrettable. Leaving the scene of an accident was far more forgivable when the person you rear-ended was twice your age and blackmailing you for sex. Still, it had been at least a year since I had gotten laid, and my brain wasn't exactly in complete. "By now Michael was getting desperate for relief, itching his arms, chest andneck with growing frustration."I've got an idea. Let me get you one of the shirts from the executivelocker. Our last VP left all kinds of things lying around. Besides, I thinkyou're about the same size."In a few minutes Stacy returned with a shirt in one hand and a coffee refillin the other."Here you go-- another cup of coffee to calm your nerves and one white shirtto stop all that itching."Thankfully Michael took the.