. Hell I don’t know what we can use, anybody know anything we can do?’ I thought out loud, ‘What about they guy that followed us. Maybe the Ind...an Police found out something.’ ‘Hey! Good thinking.’ said Mike. ‘Let me call them and see what they know, do you have a phone book for the area?’ Rick said, ‘Here is a list of numbers for the Indian Reservation, Yeah! I think this is what we need, right here. Reservation Police Non-emergency number.’ Mike took the slip and dialed the number. ‘Good. One evening after a movie, she was going through my small library and pulled out my rare copy of Story of ‘O’. ‘What’s this’? she asked. I suggested she read it & find out. When she left, she took it with her. Two weeks later, we were out for dinner. ‘About that book’, she said, ‘is that what you’re into’? I told her I resented the question, and by no means was I going to be put in a position to explain myself. She said she was sorry, and didn’t mean to sound as if she were judging me. I asked. “Give him a good look at your pussy.” I commanded. Minutes later the text arrived. “I am letting him watch me finger myself. “Is he close enough to get a good look at your mound and lips?” “Yes, dear!” She stated she slid down into the chair so he could get a better look. “Put two fingers in your pussy for him.” I demanded. Yes dear was the response.Then I asked her to do something I figured she would not. “Motion for him to come and sit at your table.” There was a long silence. . Friday evening came. I went home from work, to find Kate sitting patiently in the kitchen waiting for me. She led me upstairs to a darkened spare room. There was what looked like a massage table laid out, with straps over it. My heart was pounding. She told me to climb up onto the table, and only then would I find out what was happening. I undressed, and climbed onto the table. I was strapped down by Kate, the straps holding me firmly to the table, to the point at which I could no longer move.