Throughout my day, I'm distracted. She is on my mind. She has my card but I still don't even know her name. I run the whole situation over in my head ...gain and again. If I had game I would have asked her for a drink. If I was on top of it, I would have at least asked her name.At about 6pm, as I'm heading out of the office, my phone buzzes. - Hi TJ! Meet me for a drink at the Mondrian lobby bar at 7?- Sure. Sounds good. I respond. My heart pounding.The next hour passes like an itch. I pack up. Over the nextlittle while she was going to get acquainted with rubber and latex in all thepainful ways that her two tormentors could conceive. The bulging breasts thatwere rapidly changing colour were just the first step in the process. When Karen had added her quota to the left tit and the fingers on the lefthand, they stretched Natasha back between the floor to ceiling posts. The buildup of tight rubber bands stopped any flattening of the two mounds of fleshbulging from her chest. The two. "Please hide me, mister!" was her request to me at the time.I pointed to the companionway leading below. She literally jumped to the cabin sole. If it hurt her (it would have hurt me to do that) she didn't show it and quickly disappeared heading forward, backpack bobbing at her shoulders. All that I had seen was a small slim female passing out of view.I finished my folding job and was removing the cover from the helm station when a man about my age (call it 35 at the time) came trotting down. I leaned on the box, smoking my cigar and listening to the movements from inside where Jason was probably shuffling about in an attempt to peer out. To him, it would be dazzlingly bright outside despite the rather dim floodlighting, and I realised that he could now hear sounds from the outside world; muffled and faint, they would still be a pleasant change from the deathly silence of the box. Leaning on the box, I experienced a heady sensation of power, knowing that, with a mere movement of my.