" There Is Nothing Greater," elaborated Lisa."And what the fuck does that mean?" continued Simon, positioning his lank frame against Lisa's small skin...y body. He pushed aside a strand of her black-dyed hair from her bosom. His own tangled mess of long red hair fell over his face. "It's just a website run by a woman that sells a lot of politically correct sex videos and presents public service announcements scattered amongst ads for dildos, suppositories and body jewellery. And every week you. “I can smell your lust,” Jennifer barked.She reached out and slapped my breast.“Ouch, what was that…?” I started before Jennifer grabbed my hair and dragged me down a hall. When the door opened I knew I was in trouble. It was a giant torture chamber. There was a rack, chains and pulleys, whips, toys, a machine in the corner I had no idea what it did. Jennifer dragged me to a rack that had restraints at the wrists and ankles.“You are my property now. You will do as I say when I say it,” Jennifer. His hands caressed my arms more sensuously than they needed to, his hips clung to mine more firmly, which pressed a bulge beneath his leathers into the curve of my ass. I had been expecting this, and chuckled darkly; I ignored his intended temptation, and just tried to learn from him. Even unconsciously, with his mind on a very different prize, I knew his stance and footwork would be without reproach.When it seemed he was done teaching, I decided that two could play his game: I 'accidentally'. Dr. Tammy Randall looked like she just walked out of Glamor Magazine, except she was wearing a stethoscope around her neck that draped below her smallish breasts, which were covered by a white doctor’s jacket that hung to her small waist. She wore white slacks that obviously matched the jacket. She had what looked like naturally blond hair and blue eyes that looked me straight in the eyes as she conversed. God was she beautiful! Both women were without a wedding ring, and David was already.