What I had seen was pert near enough to convince me I was in love. Yeah, I know. I fell in love with ’bout every gal I saw but this one was special....Her hair was long and the wet strands twisted around and plastered to her body, nigh on down to her narrow waist. Her high breasts stood out as if she was proud of them, which, of course, she had good reason to be. They weren’t so large but I couldn’t imagine anything lookin’ better. She was a pretty filly. The two thousand three hundred and fifty. I don’t really know about all that, I just know that there’s quite a few of us out there getting everyone all hot and bothered. Of course, we don’t do it for population reasons anymore. Oh sure, there are a few out there in thick with shadowy groups in the government, trying to breed out undesirables, but I think most of us are just in it for the kink. I mean, as I was saying, I love my job. I get to meet lots of fun people. But you know, they’re more fun after I get done with them. A lot. But I felt like shit - the alcohol took it out of me. I had a killer headache and every muscle of my body hurt. James looked almost like I felt. But a teasing smile was around his lips. "What is it?" I asked him, moved closer to him and placed my head in his arms. My hand almost automatically moved down his belly to find his rock hard cock. "Mmmmmmhhh" I moaned and smiled up to him. I gave it a little squeeze and before I could realize it he was suddenly on top of me - stroking my hair and the. To put it mildly. "To answer your question, I have tried bondage in the past," I lied.She looked up at me with surprised interest. "Really? What sort of bondage? I mean, if you don't mind talking about it."I didn't mind at all, although it would require making something up. Fortunately, a friend of mine had once told me about his adventures in this area, so I wasn't at a complete loss. "Well, it was a few years ago, with my girlfriend at the time. She brought it up one day as something she had.