“How do you want me to do this?” Bobby asked, looking at me. “Do you want me to go internal, or stay outside?”“Internal?” Eric sounded wor...ied, now.“It won’t hurt,” said Bobby. “I could make it hurt, but I won’t do that.”“Gee, thanks so much,” said Eric.“You decide, then,” said Bobby. “I can lock up your muscles so you can’t move, or I could do something outside your body that will make it impossible for you to get to the bottle. Your choice.”Eric sat there, just looking at Bobby.“Okay,” said. You said not to." Good girl! Unbutton your jeans." What? Here?" Oh yes. I know you want that too. You're just playing at modesty, but you want this too. Here, with all these people around, they might smell your excitement and they could see you. Isn't it arousing?"She nodded but didn’t say anything. “I want to hear your voice. Answer." Yes." So, unbutton your jeans." And she did. She slowly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down her zipper while checking the people surrounding them. Nobody was. There is a sharp intake of breath as he massages her nipples, twisting and pulling them gently. Her breathing becoming ragged, she bites his shoulder. "You keep that up mister and we'll find out if sex is possible in a porch swing." Spade hears the sound of Pard's truck pulling into the drive and declares, "If this doesn't go the way you're thinking Nikkie, I'll be joining in." He reaches up to the outside switch and turns on the big yard light. Pard walks up on the porch, "Hello Nikkie, I. .. sadistic.?I still couldn't come out of my haze enough to respond properly to hischange of attitude and tone... I was balanced just between this need hedescribed and my dignity, which I sensed he was about to throw on the floor andgrind to dust under his boots.? Imanaged, "Yes, help me, Nick.?Please, I do need something.? Iknow you can help me."? Completelylosing the struggle between my physical and my spiritual beings, I heard myselfbegging him to sate the desire I had.? Iwas fiending, I.