When we returned to the booth, Alexis corralled my arm, offered our excuses and escorted me to the Ladies Room. I did my business in the stall, then j...ined her before the mirror, where we touched up our makeup.“You and Jean-Claude looked good out there on the dance floor,” my wife complimented with a warm, understanding smile.“As did you and Brock,” I replied non-committally.She detected the hitch in my voice, turned, and took my chin in her hands.“This is not the time to get into all of this,”. I didn’t know what time this agent was coming so threw on my silk boxers and headed to the kitchen to make a batch of juice as a trial batch, I can always bottle it up if needed.I just happen to be looking out the window when I saw the agent arrive in her smart looking car and watched as she stepped out, ah.. a female agent? My mind was racing and thoughts running through my mind, I wonder if she wants a drink? I continued watching as she opened up the boot and then lit a cigarette which gave. You have chosen a bench facing the entrance so you can watch who comes in and out. You're waiting for your friend from school years. Together you used to experiment and explore your sexuality but you haven't seen her in years. You don't know what to expect but the anticipation of seeing her is making your heart thump every time someone walks through the door. You feel on edge and jumpy. Will there be a chemistry between you or will you have both moved on? Will it be awkward? Will you chat. "Now, instead of being me today, you're going to feel while it is like to be my slut - and not only mine, but the slut of my slave as well. In fact, why don't we start there?" Her tone changed as she addressed the waiting man, the bait from the bench. "Get her dressed properly."The slut, a man in his 30's, acted quickly to obey. He held a gleaming pair of scissors ready in his hands and with them he cut and tore away Simone's tank top. The scissors also made quick work of the brassiere,.