The one with the crotch straps." It's in the closet!" calls Rhea, from the other room. "In the ironmaiden." I'm looking in the iron maiden! I'm tellin... you, it's not here!" Did you leave it with your chainsaw?" Forget it! Just forget it." Unbelievable. Two decades of marriage andshe still misplaces his stuff. And where the hell are his leg irons?Rhea knows they're going to a formal dinner tomorrow.The doorbell rings."Brian, could you get that?"Mumbling under his breath, Brian stalks to the. Put on my black bra, posed in front of the mirror (I have great legs and ass). Next, came my blue, long-sleeved blouse, tucked into a tan, tight, skirt. And of course, sensible heels, nothing crazy, I like tall heels, but they drive me crazy sometimes.I walked down the hall to his room. I was nervous, again, I normally do this with other people in the next room at a party. I like to be tied up and gagged in various ways, and I normally do that at parties, or with a particular lover, not. I keep my eyes down. The urge to look up is so strong but I don’t want to incur his ire again so soon. I nuzzle against his still hard cock in his trousers. His hands run through my hair. My body shudders to his touch. He finally puts a finger under my chin and lifts my head up. I look into his eyes for the first time. OH MY GOD! He’s gorgeous. I’ve seen him around before, but never met him. He’s one of the younger executives. He still about twenty years my senior but not one of the older guys. ”“Well, if you’ve learned that, and can figure out which is which, there may be hope for you yet!”“Seriously?” I asked.Angie laughed softly, “Guys aren’t known for being smart in that regard. My friend Anna has bent my ear a lot about her boyfriend. Well, the guy she wants to be her boyfriend. Let’s just say he does NOT know the difference between those two!”“I don’t know,” I chuckled. “It sounds like a LOT of fun!”“And if you think you have drama with Jocelyn, you have NO idea. The stories.