“Thank you.”March 22, 1994, Chicago, Illinois“This is a Thai restaurant,” Mitsuko objected as we walked in.“It’s actually both Thai and Ja...anese. You saw the sign out front that said Takumi, right?”“Yes, but the decor isn’t Japanese.”“No, it’s Thai. But, just wait, OK?”She nodded. When the hostess returned to her stand she asked my name, and I gave it. She led us through the main part of the restaurant to a smaller, separate room with low tables, decorated in Japanese style. We were shown to a. . for orgies, swaps, foursomes, etc. We meet individually as well as collectively. Lauren is my cousin and my ... companion, if you will. We live together and she shares my bed regularly. We all reserve the right to fuck each other whenever we wish,” I stipulated now as we drank more Merlot.“Except that you and I don’t, of course. Since I’m straight,” Steve clarified, feeling a bit uneasy about the whole bi guy angle.“Don’t worry, the gay sex is a Rick and Bruno Show, man. You’re quite safe. Although my eyes were shut I noticed that I was no longer in the dark. I opened my eyes and saw that just in front of my face was a computer screen, and on that screen was the room I was in, you could clearly see the box, my ass and legs and Sally moving about the room, after waving to me she bent and fastened each of my ankles to the corners of the box, then she left the room and came back with something familiar, A plain cardboard box with a white label on it, which she opened and put on. Ze trok een strak felkleurig pakje aan en was redelijk in staat om mij tegenspel te bieden. We putten onszelf niet extreem uit, stopten na een uur, dronken wat en gingen douchen.Op de terugweg vroeg ze of ik wilde zien waar ze woonde. Dat wilde ik wel. Het is wel heel klein, zei ze. Never mind, ik was gewoon nieuwsgierig en wilde met haar mee. Op één hoog in een oud herenhuis had ze één kamer, die inderdaad niet al te groot was en vol met kleren lag. Ze ging op het bed zitten en stak haar hand.