“Now, Christine, I want you to lay down with your hands and feet together.” “What?!” Christine spat. “Need I remind you that you are our sex...slave for the evening and that you are here on your own free will?” Devon glared at her. “You can choose to obey … or you can be forced to obey. Either way …” “Oh, okay.” Christine interrupted, as she plopped herself down on the dew-riddled grass. “Just don’t …” “Okay, got the rope.” Will returned, somewhat breathless. “Don’t what?” Devon chuckled. “Don’t. She text back: "Yes, but I'm in bed, Randy is sleeping." "Did you wear him out?" "LOL Right. He came to bed and was out in 5 minutes." "Awww - no fun for you tonight?" "Like any other night." "I don't know how he can keep his hands off of you" Her heart skipped. Over the last few months there had been three times that she and Brent had been able to sneak away for a few hours. Brent certainly had been very attentive. He was attentive to her, her needs, her body. He seemed to be. Bending way over she tugged down her shorts.When they drop to her ankles, Crystal hears a sound. Like a slippery, rustling sound.With a peep! she spins around. Shorts still down. Surprised to find no one there.She pulls her shorts back up. The cloth squeezing her soft peach snugly. Then she grabs a broom.She uses it to poke around the edges of the room. Back in the shadows.When she moves a large wooden workbench there’s a scrambling sound and something moves behind the old, unused. “Oh, come now, David. I’m certain you’ll want to get into the spirit of 416 and have a little fun with your date.”“Shelly and I have been friends for several years,” he offered.“Intimate friends?”“Well, yes,” David answered, somewhat surprised at her question.“Then I’ll reserve you a booth. And, of course, I’ll want to stop by and meet your Shelly. After meeting you, I can only imagine that she has a magnificent body.”“Why would you say that?” he asked.“Because a man as handsome as you, David,.