As they stripped I went into the bedroom that had been mine for thelast few months. Emily saw me enter and was pleading to be released. Ilaughed and i...nored her as I got what I wanted from the cupboard. Itwas the double sleep suit. Before I left the room I sat on the edge ofthe bed and looked at the figure interred in the latex lined garment.It had been me before that people had looked down at helplesslystruggling in the tight, sweaty confines of that suit. 'So Emily youhave been in there for. No one will ever take the place of you in my heart. I love you, now more than ever." I was relieved, as I said, "I know, darling. I just needed to hear it." She said, "And, as your life mate, I'll go along if you ever want to cut this off." Thanks", I said. "Anyway, I'm not going to do that now. Maybe I never will. It will be hot to see you get fucked so many times! And if it ever gets to be too much, we do have the safewords." That's true", my wife said. "God, I'm still sooo horny. I know you. ”Lucas leaned back and stared up at Kington. “I thought every contingency was covered. What happened?”Kington frowned. He took it as a personal failure. “The daughter was gone by the time our people got to the apartment. Lightfoot must have taken her with him. We think he was tipped off.”“By whom?” Lucas demanded.“We’re working on it. Should know before the end of the day.”Clive Barrett nodded in agreement.Lucas picked up the phone. “Marcie, I need to see the President.” He waited, then nodded.. "I love that little halter top and those sandals make your feet look so dainty. Why don't you paint your toes?" I explained that I had on occasion but that I was always too afraid she might see them and catch me. "Hmmm," she said. "I guess that explains all those nights you wore your socks to bed." I didn't dare speak for fear of saying something wrong. "Well I guess you won't have to worry about that anymore will you?" I shook my head absolutely thunderstruck at my good luck. "Only problem,".