" She sounded proud of herself."He said to give this to you, to tell you to..."She opened her purse, now stuffed full of the bra, nylons, and panties ...he had shed earlier that evening. She removed something, extended her closed hand toward me, then opened it. The wrinkled ball of pink panties unfolded slowly in her outstretched palm. In the center was a pool of semen, caught there as she masturbated him in the car."...put them on me," she whispered. "Then lets go home."Well, of course I slipped. He slowly reached out, his hands sweaty, grabbing the door knob. He turned the knob ever so slowly, until finally the door cracked open. He was breathing heavily as he slowly pushed the door open.He couldn’t believe his eyes. There in front of him was Chelsea. She was completely naked on her hands and knees. A black blindfold tied behind her head and a leash trailed out from her neck to her feet. There was also a little piece of paper taped to her ass, just covering her pussy. It read Tie My. She crawled up the length of his body and stopped once their noses where inches apart. She looked in his already lustful eyes and said, ‘Not yet…it’s my turn.’ She leaned over him and again took his ear lobe into her mouth and with her tongue she lightly sucked on it. She left kisses on his jaw that led to her licking his neck and nibbling on his shoulder. She moved to his chest and lightly flicked his nipples with her tongue before she traveled his stomach. She let her hair graze his cock as. “Ssorry” I aspirated in English, and then in their own language.He was the first, but others would follow, if not for the women then for the gold. I sighed, it was time to move on again.MONTHS EARLIER, and years in the future.I’m Robert, I’m a physicist at the Cavendish-Johnson International Institute. Prime Minister Johnson had established his research centre when he was in power, and it had, after some judicious prompting from some of Boris’s fan club, been named after him. When he lost power.