"You didn't know me back then," was her retort.We talked about the mistakes we had made in trying to deceive the people we called our friends. Would S...lvia accept us as we really were? Would Lacy gloat and say she knew all along that we had attempted to mislead her about our relationship and Laura's past.Regardless of what Sylvia knew or didn't know Laura was determined to tell all. I tried to convince her that Sylvia may have seen nothing but I couldn't reason with her. It was dark and cold. There are hundreds of us - panel judges, that is." And what is the subject of your particular jury's deliberations?" The new pedestrian link to be built alongside the Rialto Bridge."She shook her head and clicked her tongue in a dismissive 'tut'. "A very tall order, senor, believe me. Venetians will NEVER accept it." After slowly sipping her rum she asked: "And where are you staying in Venice?" The Cirriani." Wow - well that's impressive too!"He shrugged. "The Biennale's organisers go overboard. I held onto the chain of my wrist cuffs. She kissed me again. My mouth opened and I made a sound.“Yes, Suzy, tell me about it…”She nibbled on my ear lobe.…oh god…I leaned my face into her hair, closing my eyes as she licked my neck.…oh…oh…“You really should be gagged. Do you want to be gagged?”I closed my mouth. I was being seduced and I didn’t know how it was going to end.“Tell me Suzy, tell me you want to be gagged.”Another kiss on my neck.I started to shake, “I can’t.”“Yes, you. "But I get a percentage." "Sure, baby," he said, patting her hip. "I'll get you all that you need." Judi went back to the bar and got another drink for him. She walked back to Jeff s table and leaned across so that her titties rested on the table near his hand."I thought you might be running out," she said. "Yes," Jeff said, giving her another dollar. "I was getting kind of low." Jeff had a hard-on. He couldn't help it. He was reeling at the smell of her perfume, and he wanted to bury his face.