Now, if your bag doesn't contain shampoo, we're okay, otherwise you're in deep, deep shit." He reaches into her bag and produces a bottle of shampoo a...d a bottle of hair balm."I'm sorry," she says, her voice trembling. "Take it back. I didn't..." Take it back?" Peter says, his voice full of scorn. "It's our bottles." I'm sorry," she says again, "I am so sorry!" I'm calling the cops," Peter says. "Emin, put down the broom and keep an eye on her."Emin places the broom against he wall and stands. “Today you belong to us.”I’d simply nodded meekly, unable to respond after she buckled a black ballgag into place. All I could do was drool. Down my chin. All over my tits. I was already a mess and they hadn’t even started on me for real.My nipples are really sensitive. And it doesn’t take much to make them hard. Rock hard. Not good when the couple who is using you decides to put clips on them. They made it sound like it was my idea. Maybe it was.“Do you want us to put these on your pretty. " Why were you doing it?" Well, we were, um, we'd been swimming, um, well, you were swimming and, um, we got, uh, looking at you and we, um, well, we just got, uh, you know, looking at you in your bikini and all," I said nervously.She smiled and leaned forward and softly kissed my cheek. She then took my hand and led me out of the pool and into the house. As we entered, she looked back at Paul and said, "Paul, you come, too. I think maybe you can learn something," as we went in the laundry. She took a deep breath, and walked through the entrance of the Waldorf-Astoria.She walked out of the elevator and down the hall until she reached Room 2305. She stopped in front of the door. She gave herself another once over, pulled a stray lock of brown hair out of her face, then knocked on the door."Come in," said a pleasing tenor voice.Inside stood Mikey. Older, and a little taller, wearing a conservative gray suit, but still Mikey. June would have known him anywhere.Mike's hands were.