He wiped down the bar in front of me.I drove down the street in front of my house slowly. The lights were all out; well, it was two in the morning. Th... lover's car was gone. I wondered how long he'd stayed after I'd left. I figured probably not long, but who knew.I killed my lights before pulling in. I was hoping to catch her asleep. I was disappointed.Inside, I headed for the hallway of our one-story ranch style. I had not turned on any lights. The voice from the dark startled me."It was only. So THAT's what the shields did. According to the binder I could lean out the back door and piss on an AWACS and they'd never see me once stealth was engaged. The speed was controlled by a governor for the first six months so that I wouldn't kill myself--it was locked down to Mach 2.2 ... I figured that I couldn't bitch, considering that my Cessna only got to about 400 with a tail-wind and a fart-assisted take-off. Deep in the binder I found something that brightened my eyes. I HAD GUNS! My. Travis walked down the hall, and stopped at a small one, she was un-blindfolded unlike the rest, and her big blue eyes pleaded up at him from her place on the floor, she was bound with her legs spread, her ass barely touching the floor, forced tightly between her pussy lips was a vibrator, the floor around the vibrator was soaking, and small whimpering noises came from the back of her throat and around the gag tied between her pretty little lips. Travis smiled looking at her, then looked at her. " he realized out loud."Lars, when I was chastising her, why did you call me Clarita?" sheasked."Because you asked me too, I mean in my dream," he said."You were dreaming of me too?" it sounded like a question filled withhope.They began to talk more openly now, Lars aware that Kissy was just insidethe closet listening to every word. He could also feel her fears of beingreplaced."I don't know what to do about Kissy," she confessed. "I've grown toreally love her, not just as a kitten, but as,.