Flutes of champagne were nonchalantly being passed out among the guests and the heavy bass of the music continued to flood the darkened room that was ...entrally lit with soft spotlights that at that moment seemed focused entirely on me. The cage swung just slightly back and forth with the after effects of the momentum of its rise off the floor. It seemed to tease the party-goers, like a dangling plum being waved back and forth just over their greedy tongues. As nerves began to prickle the back. She was crying. Her eyes were locked onto my dick. But when I paused at her entrance, she looked back up at my face and her eyes found mine. "do you know who I am" I asked her softly. She flinched at the sound of my voice, but after a second she nodded. "good" I whispered, "and do you remember what you did to me". She looked confused again, and after a moment she shook her head no. My hand blurred into movement and without warning smacked her across the face with a resounding crack. She let out. It wasn’t like there was a lot of noise to cover what he said, but he spoke in a manner that made it clear what he had to say was only for the Sheriff to hear.An officer came in with a large case. He set it on the end of the bar and looked up the line. He pulled out several cards and a plate of ink. One at a time, he took our prints, and added our names to the cards. When we were each finished, we washed up in the sink and grabbed paper towels to dry off with.When the officer got to Emma, she. They stood proud and erect, andwhen I touched one, I could feel the effect it had over his whole body. "Then, let's help you pretend. I think you should both come back to myplace."Naomi/Kascha came out of her trance long enough to say, "That would beawesome, Justin. I want to dress you up."We walked out into the warm night air back to my cottage. Roxy wasnowhere in sight, which was just as well. I was dimly aware of hersomewhere with a man, which I assumed was Mitch. I knew what wasplanned,.