"Dave nodded as Julie got up and walked to the phone. It was just past eleven so he pulled out his cell phone and dialed John's number. John said, "He...lo?" Hey, John, what are you up to?"John replied, "Hi, British Open Champion. I was just getting ready to go to the beach. Want to join me?"Dave thought for a quick second and agreed, "That's sounds like fun. I think I can find an old bathing suit here to wear. Do you want to pick me up?" I'll be there in thirty minutes."Dave replied, "See you. This was her first romantic date in forever.“Before anxiety sets in, I’ll rescue you from that worry.” I told her. “Jeans. Wear jeans and a sweater. You told him nothing fancy. Keep it that way. Drag him out for a burger and then go to a movie or something.”“Very romantic,” she said dryly.“Fair enough. Wear your nicest dress, jewelry, lingerie and take him to a French restaurant, dancing and the theater,” I said dryly. “Which of those sounds like a more realistic first date?”“And how do you get. "- before I let you use me like you do. Before I get my fix and go back to having my husband inside me again, the way it should be."In our mutual competition of words and fantasy brought to life, she had outdone me. But she had also shown me what it might be like to be her dark, portentous, phantom lover, the one who shows her the meaning of, what was it she had said? "Off the scale?" I wondered if she was still pretending, or whether she had possibly been taken to a place she hadn't planned to. After she was finishing dressing in a shirt and shorts, she told me to strip naked. I did, and all I had on was my chastity belt.She led me to the bedroom closet where I was given restraints. I was also given a gag to keep my mouth quiet. She closed the closet door, and I could see out front of the door through the slants. Soon the doorbell ring. As she answered the door, I could hear a male voice. I could hear them talking in the other room. After several minutes, I heard them come into the.