She had different blouses she would wear with these. Sometimes she would have her ass open to view, other times she kept it just barely covered by a l...nger top. Tonight she chose an electric blue blouse that shimmered in any light. It just came to her waist. She went with heels instead of boots. She never got into stilettos. She was worried too much of falling. I always told her the extra inch or two would put her holes at the perfect height. With her ass out, she need not tell me she wanted a. In the yellow area was painted the major items of the dungeon, listed with its number, the lift was 1, the horse 2, the cross 3, and the pillory 4. Then in the green section there were only 5 boxes in just three categories (an A, three B`s and a C), A, marked giver, B, taker and C, watcher. Trevor explained that the red ball had a number on it all the numbers could only be read under black light such as we now use for fake bank-notes, he had the light. The number could be minutes or strokes. She walked to the window. Often, she’d fantasized about Jack. But beyond an occasional greeting, Jack was a mystery to her. As he exited his car, she noticed that he, too, had recently been to the gym. His navy blue shorts showed off his muscular and tan thighs. Oh, so many times she had wished for those thighs to be within reach. As she stood before the window another fantasy had begun. Images of bodies writhing in sweat flooded her mind, as if in slow motion. The doorbell had rang like a. "Oh wow. Maybe you're not a kid after all. Where did you learn moves like that?" Frank said in astonishment.Slightly winded, Sarah laughed. "You like that? Every gym offers some 'Pole exercise' class now. Let's just say my girlfriends and I put in a lot of practice. It takes a lot to wow the boys nowadays."My friends- no, we- had successfully pushed Sarah to feel like she could let loose to prove herself. I felt a mix of shame and anticipation."OK, OK. That's enough. This isn't a way to act," I.