‘Enough Mr Williams, time to get ready,’ she pushed away and flapped a hand at me. I grinned and checked my stage outfit. Exactly the same as my ...treet clothes, OK, good to go. After a discussion with the boys, along the lines of, why don’t we wear some matching stuff on stage like the girls? I bowed to the inevitable and gave that up as a bad job. So we continued to look like a bunch of old farts dressed by a Salvation Army outlet store. Mac called it shabby chic, I called it our vagrant. “You realize, of course, there are consequences to your decision as well.” “What do you mean?” Sally stepped closer and with a quick push sent Steve back into the chair. Straddling him on her knees, she bent down and took his face in her hands. She pressed her mouth against his. As he tried to pull away, she grabbed his shirt. Buttons flew as she tore it open. “Sally, I didn’t do this expecting anything like this in return. You know I would never do that.” “Fuck you Steve. You know I’ve wanted. Ironically, therefore, he was the rare master who usually took it in the ass instead of giving it to someone there. Occasions like this were the exception to that rule and he delighted in them all the more for it.Finally, of course, Celia began moaning in pleasure despite the pain and Agent Kubota pulled out in disgust. He looked at Dan's new slave, grimaced, wiped off the strap-on, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and turned the rest of the slave processing over to Agent Marvin, who. The road signs, all the ridiculous road signs for Antelope Freeway, so pointless... Or maybe..." Huh? Maybe what?" Maybe their point was to add some laughter to this, to show us not to take this too seriously..."Cindy stared at Jim in disbelief. "Oh, I don't know Jim. It's not just the monster sound barriers and the impossible loop of this road. My dream! My wet dream from last Wednesday! I still feel violated, being pushed into arousal like that. I'm struggling with how to get over it..."Jim.