.. all had placed me in the most erotic mood. I had left the house in a hurry, and as I drove I listened to "If You Can't Say No" by Lenny Kravitz, ma...ter mood-producer extraordinaire. His music always sends me spiraling into a shameful void of lustful emotions and forbidden thoughts.I drove and sang along with the music, re-playing the same song over and over until I had no choice but to be completely overcome with what the lyrics meant. "If you can't say no, just think about me", easy enough. Finally she turned on the microphone to hands free.Then she connected with Pavel, who was waiting for her.He greeted her with a wide grin.She said that she was ready and told him that I was going to operate the web cam so that he would be able to see every part of her.He had to type in his words, he said that it was great to see her, but could he see all of her before she started.Maria said sure why not, she got up and walked away from the camera, as she did so I followed her with the camera,. Then we stepped out.“Mattman! Welcome back!” Jonah called as he gave me a bear hug. “Oh, this must be your Irish friend. Hi there! I’m Jonah, your crazy host for the evening!”As I introduced Muireann to him, I got the feeling he wasn’t quite as into Alice as he used to be. I steeled myself for what promised to be a long evening.Let’s just win this thing... One relieving factor soon became apparent: Carmen had not come to the party. I’d kept an eye on Pete’s whereabouts while both bands set up. Unbelievable, yet real. For one could not deny the evidence of one's eyes.Feeling just a shade self-conscious, he raised his arms and snapped his fingers. From behind him a figure approached and deferentially curtsied. Quentin turned his head and tried to look unruffled as he gazed upon the naked woman standing beside him.„Master?“ she queried respectfully.„Another Burbon,“ said Quentin abruptly.„Yes, Master.“The woman picked up Quentin's empty glass and disappeared. She too wore a silver chain.