"John Phillips felt Mistress Satin's soft hand grab his, and pull him to standing. He followed her as she strutted down the aisle, exaggerating her hi... movement. He could feel many eyes upon him, but he focused on Mistress Satin's behind. He staggered on the heels, and almost lost the plug. He could feel he had slipped a little and there was come sliding around inside his plastic panties. It felt embarrassingly good. He wondered how many of those around him could tell that there was slippery. There's also the possibility of hostages. His wife and son."Fuck.Fuck!"Do you have a SWAT team on the way?"The civilian cop, a mid thirties looking sergeant whose name tag said THOMPSON, shook his head. "My captain told me they'd take at least twenty minutes to get here. Something more important came up, I guess." Yeah, something always does. Which floor is he on?" Seven."I checked my notes. My guy was in apartment #723. What were the odds it'd be some other Army lieutenant?I looked up at the. I saw her for the first time on the evening news, a burnt and broken little girl, hugging a bloody torn stuffed tiger. Her dad's will left care and custody in my parent's hands, and I had a baby sister. We met in the intensive care ward. By sheer dumb luck the stuffed tiger I brought her was an exact match for the one the nurses had taken from her.It is hardwired into our brains to care for the young. The appeal of puppies and kittens is irresistable. Somehow, my parents were immune, but the. "She whispered again, "I love you so much Tommy. Please, make love to me? Please." I love you too honey, and it will be my pleasure to share my love with you."I gently set her down on the bed centered on the silk pad that she'd put down and joined her in the bed.Our eyes met quickly and the love being expressed with just our eyes was intense. I reached down and slowly and deliberately started to remove her negligee. She twisted a bit so that I could take it from the bed and put it on the chair.