He replaced the nighty and kissed her tits through the pointlessly thin fabric, pulling her languid arms through the straps before chaining her wrists...to the bed. She struck a luxurious pin-up pose and lay in anticipation as her husband stood beside the bed and motioned for the strangers to continue their escapade. Their hands roamed across her legs and sides, her nighty providing no protection from their wandering hands. Her ass lay exposed already, covered only by her ankles, and with one. This afternoon we had decided to start out with Chicago’s, “25 or 6 to 4”.Bob led us off with four rimshot’s and we were off and running. We hadn’t even played eight measures before everyone at the table to our right was standing up and screaming that they wanted to see the ‘Invisible Man’.It wasn’t just the 10 at that table either. Five out of the nearest eight tables were all chanting the same thing. When I looked over at our friends sitting at the table to our left, I could tell they were. After Gene was finish eating he noticed Jessica didnt have a plat You not hungry? he asked looking concerned, No Im not, I guess meat doesnt need to eat, it must be part of the gift she replied as they made there way to the backyard that Jessica would now refer to as Her Playground. As they entered the playground Jessica instinctively took her place kneeling on the ground, hands behind her back waiting for Gene to tie them and impale her again. I thought we do things a bit differently this time. But he’s pretty obscure for this part of the world. How did you come to discover him?’ I asked. He thought for a moment and then turned fully around to face me. ‘Someone gave me a CD of his ’70’s music. I ignored it and then one day, when I didn’t have anything else to do, I played it. I found it fascinating. He had these strangely serious but comic ideas. The topics were serious, but the songs all had this odd sense of humour.’ ‘Do you have any more of his music in your repertoire?’ I asked..