"Nah," Sandra agreed. "When are you starting your new job, Richard?" Monday I start getting trained. I get paid for training, which is pretty cool." S... what's your work schedule going to be like? Can we come pester you in the recording room instead of the front desk?" I don't know about that," Richard said. "Dave said the schedule is flexible. Every few days he puts up a list of upcoming concerts that need to be recorded, and the dozen of us who work for him stop by and pick which ones we can. It’s just a fact of life. I picked up Candy the next evening and we went out for a nice dinner. She looked great. Of course she would look great in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt but tonight she had on a black mini skirt and red silk blouse. The way she was dressed could only be described as the fuck me look. Anyone who looked at her would have to say, ‘fuck me.’ We sat down and she asked for a glass of wine. I got a beer. God, she looked like an angel. So perfect I almost wanted to cry. Her body trembled. Her juices flowed, slicking my fingers dancing on her clit. She sucked at my tongue. Her hands grabbed my waist, digging into my flesh through my blouse. My nipples ached as I rubbed my tits against hers, wishing we were both naked.I loved the heat of her on my fingers. I loved how I made her coo and whimper. The way her body trembled as I massaged her clit. I pressed hard against it. She groaned so loudly into my kiss. Her hands tightened. Her fingers almost hurt digging. Although I somehow don’t really want to know it I can’t resist - in a mixture of curiosity and fear - to see what is there.In a row, carefully assembled, there are a long cane, a riding crop, a paddel made of heavy wood and above it a rolled-up bullwhip. Next to it there’s a small box with clamps of all different kinds. Sometimes she looks at me and smiles sadistically. Until now she hasn’t said even a word.--?Ah? What? You're the gal from the...? but I immediately fall silent as she rushes at.