Peter held out hisleft hand, the other still holding the towel wrapped up to his chest.?I said give me your hands, lose the fucking towel bitch.?Peter...noticed the cane with the electric probe together with a pair ofhandcuffs on the table beside Yoseff, he felt a knot in his stomach andhis throat tightened. Reluctantly he let the towel go and held both hishands out to Yoseff. Moving swiftly Yoseff buckled the leather cuffsaround the young man?s wrists, each with a chain dangling from them.Peter. I sat on the chair you had left in the middle of the room, put the mask over my eyes shutting out the light. The chair was wooden, with a spindle back which lowered and came round the sides to make 2 arms. I put my own arms on them and sat, waiting.The room was dark anyway, as the curtains were drawn shut keeping the early morning sun out of the room, but the mask over my eyes made it impossible to see anything. I sat, listening, waiting.My eyes kept flickering open, brushing the silk lining of. ”----------------------------------- Later that night…“Can I help you ladies,” the hostess asked, smiling as they entered the restaurant.“Reservations for Glossen,” Sandra said.“Ah yes,” the hostess said, looking from Jaime to Sandra. Her eyebrows lifted just a little, as she took in how they looked together.Jaime’s heart stopped beating, and she couldn’t breathe, the woman knew. She had taken just one look at them, and knew this was a date. She wanted to flee; she would have, if not rooted to. We teased each other all day sending messages back and forth.By the time I was on the return flight home, I could barely stand it any longer. After all the teasing I'd endured throughout the day from his pages, I was horny as hell. After we boarded the plane, we were told that the weather was bad in Dallas so we'd have to wait awhile before we could depart. It was hot on the plane. I was already uncomfortable from not being able to satisfy my burning need for an orgasm. I was really horny.We.