”“If you did nothing else to trigger it, I suspect it happened the moment you first met,” Meritia said.“So you don’t think the itching is a ...oincidence?”“No.”“We didn’t really meet that first night, though,” Katrin put in. “We never spoke.”Meritia waved her hand. “That’s of no consequence. Meet, or come in close contact, or see each other. Whatever the trigger, it would have required the two of you to be together.”“Why?” Katrin asked.“You know what it is?” Corec said.“I believe it’s a binding. I'll go back and wait for you outside the ladies room."The store was impersonal, a branch of one of the big chains. I stopped in front of the condom display. The names and packaging meant nothing to me; my sole experience with rubbers had been limited to one whore in Amsterdam, who had supplied them herself. I felt like a little kid with coins in his hand pressing his nose against the glass in a candy store, unable to decide which candy to buy. Lubricated, ribbed, strong; the words were. We crawled to the door of the playroom, where he handed me Rachel's collar, and handed Rachel mine.I reached over and collared Rachel for him, then she did the same to me. He took our leashes and let us lead him into the playroom. I glanced back and saw him watching our swaying asses wiggling in front of him.He had us kneel with our legs open, while he rearranged some furniture in the room. He set up two sawhorses far apart, then beckoned me over to him. He put a mat down between the sawhorses. “I’ll work out the kink and try not to hurt too much.”“Gee, thanks,” I said.She went back to work, a little more gently this time, rocking back and forth on the muscles all along that side. As she pushed back and forth, the sheet shifted a little as well and rubbed against my cock. The stimulation caused an automatic response and before I realized what was happening, I was tenting the sheet. I tried to relax and not be self-conscious, but Bree just kept rocking in the same place, never moving.