This part doesn't contain any sex, it's just the build up.--------------------------------------------------------------------------I'm standing here ...n my dimly lit up dungeon, in the basement of my Mistress Chrissy's home. I'm alone, naked, and bored trying to find something to occupy my mind as I've been locked in the small room now for what I quess has been 3 hours. My Mistress Chrissy is somewhere else in the house, enjoying her alone time...I faintly hear the front doorbell ring, I wonder. It’s a sign of your compromised mental health!”“In a case this advanced, dementia and delusions of grandeur are common,” David cautioned. “You can’t put too much confidence in your perceptions at this point.”“The fact you think it’s about my dance demonstrates you don’t comprehend the issues involved.”“Are you talking about that rubbish about your curing people? There’s not a shred of evidence your little performance achieves a thing. Your willingness to risk your life over something which is. As he shifted on the stool, he thought he was sitting on a pillow whenhe realized that the hip and butt prosthetics were still there.Sam opened his purse and took out the compact with its mirror and didwhat he could. He remained anchored on his bar stool and nursed hismartini, doing his best to avoid drawing attention to himself as hewatched his wife's action intently. It was a side of her he had neverseen. Once or twice, he thought he made eye contact with Beth as shelooked over at the. "Oh, ok, another of your mysteries, right?" she said with a smirk."So far I don't think anything will happen—you know how much of an optimist I am."We parked, undressed, and headed for the main doors. This was Wednesday, the first full-touching day, and there already was a big crowd. Andrew and Sarah must have just arrived because they were just beginning to undress each other, and as we got near, the other two couples appeared.Sarah looked at Denise. "Hey, sweetie, I forgot to ask you.