"Gretchen ... let me up ... what are you doing? ... I'm afraid ... let me go home."Gretchen leaned back down to her ear. "If you're not going to be qu...et, I may have to gag you, so just calm down." In a louder voice, she said, "Okay ladies, the entertainment is here."What Nina did not know was that Gretchen's story about the five horny lesbians was a complete fiction. She had used it to see how easily Nina would give in to her arousal, and her need for an orgasm. What she did know was that her. The next step was my thigh-cuffs, and then I bent over and hooked my waist belt to the table. At this point, I had to move the butt plug and clover clamps to keep them in reach. I made sure the time was set, and started it. Then, knowing I was now on the clock, I hurried to hook my clamps, first to my nipples, then to some springs under the table that would keep the chains tight - and tension on my tender nipples. I then hooked my collar to the table, and slipped on my blindfold; everything now. "There was a ring!"she nearly screamed. Jacklyn tried her best to remember all theencounters she had with Josh when she was Luke. "I would have rememberedthat gay looking ring," she said triumphantly. "So it's the ring thatallows him to do what he does," she said grinning.Jacklyn was beaming as she got dressed the next morning. "Hmmm," shesaid aloud as she spun around, watching as her short green dress flowedout wildly. "I think this will be a good last outfit," she saidtriumphantly. The other, Tanya Robbins, is still in the area, living in Brooklyn." "I see," she said, her hopeful tone dying down some. "And now for the bad news. There is no easy way to tell you this, so I'm just going to be straight with you..." I started. "Please, Peter. Please tell me the truth." "The truth is that you were right to suspect your husband. Paul is cheating on you. Her name is Christina Allen, a twenty-two year old barista working at the Starbuck's in his office building lobby." Beverly.