Getting Her Gloves Back
Part III
Anne sat there obviously deep in thought, looking out into space as we drove
away from the restaurant. She did a double take as I turned north on the main
road rather than the other way towards the house. "Oh, I thought we'd be going
home ..." she commented, almost to herself.
"That would be too easy." I replied. She started to say something and then
thought better of it. She looked back at my pack and in backseat and gave me
another inquisitive look. I chose to ignore it as I continued navigating our
way into the city. As we got deeper into the city and closer to our destination
she became more alert and I knew she was trying to figure out where we were
going.
It was time for another sanity check. This time I chose to be a little less
obvious about it but give her a way out. "So, did you enjoy dinner?" I queried.
That caught her off guard and she started an automatic response and then
stopped, thought a second and then said "Dinner was fantastic. I enjoyed the
meal and the wine but the dessert was a little trying."
"Oh really," I pressed on "was the second helping a little too big for you?"
That raised her eyebrows. I got the death look again and then "I've never had
that before. In spite of what you may think I've never .... finished a helping
before. Even with my exhusband I never .... well, I never actually finished a
dessert like that before. You were the first, tonight, there, that was the
first time ....... And then a total stranger, the waiter, I just ..... God I
hope I never see him again as long as I live."
"That would be too bad." I replied.
A moment later she sighed and added "Yeah, he was big ...."
I knew I was getting quite close and at this hour I expected the place to be
pretty busy. I started looking for a parking place and as I rounded the last
corner I heard Anne say "I should have known."
Anne knew about the Power Exchange club. We had talked about it a few times
before. She knew I had been a few times both straight and in drag. She had
always expressed concern about me during those visits because of some bad
stories she had over the years. I had told her of the only good experiences I
had there and once in a while she had expressed more than a passing interest.
We had even talked of visiting it together some time, but had never gotten the
opportunity. Well, now she didn't have a lot of choice.
I found a curb side spot and pulled over. "You okay with this?" I asked
"This is one of the few places I might actually fit in like this." she replied
holding up her gloved hand and admiring her nails. "I told you I'd do it some
day, and like I have a choice? Just be careful with me please, I'm trusting you
for that okay."
"Tonight is a bad night to be trusting me." I said as I got out of the car and
walked around to her side. I was expecting and got the death ray eyes as I
opened the door and enjoyed the expose as she got out. I grabbed my bag from
the back seat and took her arm in mine for the short walk to the door.
There was a short line and we were inside quite quickly. Even in this place
Anne's outfit attracted a lot of attention. As usual the crowd was mostly male
and my the very nature of the place they were looking. Anne was certainly worth
looking at! She seemed to be enjoying the attention as I skipped the clock room
and guided her directly down stairs. "Would you like a tour first?" I asked.
"First?, Oh yeah, sure." she replied and then started a second question which I
cut off with a raised finger.
The basement of the club featured a main floor area and a number of surrounding
hallways and ante chambers. There were rooms and cubicles scattered throughout
that were designed to cater to any number of kinks and fetishes. Many were
already occupied. We spent a good hour and a half just walking around the place
taking in the sights. Several things stopped Anne in her tracks. She didn't
hide her interest and watching a bank of closed tv sets that came from a number
of cameras located around a bed in an adjoining room. The door to the room was
closed but several of us enjoyed the show as a good looking young lady on the
bed was screwed every way including blue by two young, well hung, studs.
Further along we entered a large theater lounge where we both watched a number
of guys jerk off openly to the scenes on TV. One the guys even turned and made
a point of letting Anne know exactly what he was thinking as he stared at her
exposed body and pounded his meat. "Big deal." she whispered to me as we turned
to leave the room. "Guys are doing that all over town tonight after the show
you gave them at the hotel and restaurant tonight."
"You really are an exhibitionist." I said in a tone that told her not to answer.
When we re-entered the main room there was quite a bit of activity in the
central open area. The area was enclosed by a simple railing and featured a
number of stocks, crosses, whipping posts, and bondage tables. A few on the X-
crosses were occupied and one girl was strapped down face up on the bondage
table. I explained to Anne that it was an unwritten rule of the club that you
didn't enter the area unless you were either a dom or were invited to. Anne
asked if I'd ever been invited in. I nodded and answered "One of the best sex
episodes of my life." and left it at that.
Anne watched as a leather clad beauty took her time binding her male companion
to an open frame. Once he was stretch in a very tight spread eagle she casually
walked over to a nearby table and selected a vicious looking single tail whip.
She held it in front of the guy and asked "How many?".
He replied "Ten will be enough with that, Mistress"
"Twenty it is then"she said, and his complaint was cut off as he bit his lip
when the first lash hit. It wasn't very hard. More show than anything else,
but it did leave a serious looking red strip across his back. By the third
stroke Anne was pulling me away from the scene not wanting to see any more.
Anne took only a few steps and then stopped cold. Her gaze was fixed on a scene
happening just on the other side of the barrier. A totally nude woman was bent
over and locked in a set of wooden stocks. The stocks were lower than normal
forcing her to bend over almost parallel the floor with her ass very prominently
exposed for us to see. Her legs were spread wide and help apart by wood and
leather spreader bar. We watched as a younger couple prepared her. The woman
was in her middle ages but still had a great body. I then realized then she was
about our age. She was actually very similar to Anne in quite as number of
ways. The young couple could easily have been her own kids. It made for a
kinky scene even before anything happened.
We made our way to stand as close as possible to the action and then Anne was
unmovable. My attention was split between the action and watching Anne's
reaction as the scene unfolded in front of us. Anne's breathing changed as we
watched the young lady hang a pair of weighted nipple clips on her victim. The
woman gasped and the girl said "Oh be quiet, you know you deserve this!" The
young man came over and held a ball gag in front of the woman. She clamped her
mouth closed but soon opened it wide when the girl slapped her breast causing
the weight to swing widely.
"That had to hurt." Anne whispered in an incredibly sultry voice. She was very
turned on.
We watched as the young lad attached a bulb to the gag and I explained how an
inflatable gag works to Anne. "Guess we've heard the last from her." Anne
remarked. The remark was overheard by the couple and the girl approached us and
spoke very nonchalantly. "She's got to learn not to say no to dad!"
Anne gasped as the girl turned to walk away and I whispered "Probably just a
show, nothing here is for real."
"Who cares," she replied still fixed on the scene before us "This is hot!"
We watched as the couple reached into a bag and took out a couple of matching
leather paddles. They were almost identical to the one I own and Anne
recognized it too. She reached down and took my hand. She held it tight, very
tight. Her skin was hot and wet. The couple stood in front of the bound and
bent over woman and in a voice directed more towards us said "Let us know when
you are ready to swallow every drop." Anne gasped again.
I couldn't have prayed for anything better than what happened next. The girl's
voice changed at in a low tone we almost didn't hear asked "Do you remember the
signals?" I watched Anne as her face brightened up and glowed. The woman held
up first one, then two and three fingers.
Anne turned to me, her face just beaming. "My god that's the same ..... So
everyone here ... Even him?" she asked pointing back to the man, his back now
covered in red strips, being lowered from the frame. I nodded, Anne smiled,
gripped my hand even tighter and her attention returned to the scene before us.
The young man spoke a little more curtly to the woman bent over before him "Do
you have anything to say now?" The woman shot out two fingers. One on each
hand. The middle finger on each hand!
Anne gripped tighter still and whispered in that same sultry voice "She's going
to regret that!"
Almost without ceremony the couple walked behind their victim. They each took
up a power stance and took a couple of swings without making contact adjusted
their relative positions. Then with a nod between them they began. To be
honest I was surprised. They were serious. This was not a gentle or even
restrained paddling. In a very set and obviously rehearsed pattern they laid
into it. The woman's butt never saw pink but went directly to red. After a
flourish of about 10 swats each they stopped. The girl took a breath as asked
"Well?" She was rewarded with a single index finger. Anne gasped again and I
noted her other hand reaching back to rub her own butt.
"Sympathy pains?" I asked. She looked at me and I saw pure lust in here eyes.
"Oh ..." I smiled. Anne blushed and turned back.
The couple stared again but this time a even harder. Suddenly, three fingers
appeared from each clenched fist and they stopped. The young lad walked forward
and started removing the gag. The girl turned to a man sitting nearby that
neither Anne nor I had noticed until that moment. She stood and walked in front
of the bound woman. The girl made a real show of leaning over and giving him a
kiss on the cheek. "Happy birthday dad, mom's ready with your present now."
She then reached down and pulled down the man's zipper and reaching fished out
the man's already firm cock. Then she reached down, picked up her paddle and
took up a vicious looking stance just in front of us where the older couple
could also see her.
The man took a step forward. The woman reacted by clamping her mouth closed and
turning her head away. The girl standing in front of us nodded to her partner
who delivered a very hard blow to the woman's butt with his paddle. We all
heard a very loud whack and knew that it really did hurt. The woman managed to
muffle her scream and then very quickly turned her face forward and opened her
mouth.
The man stepped forward and as we watched he sighed and went almost limp as he
started to get what looked like a very satisfying blow job. The girl turned to
us and whispered an explanation. "They've been married for years. He's always
wanted her to suck him off and swallow. She never was willing to do it.
Religious upbringing and all that. Some time ago he hired a hooker to do that
for him. She found out and it was almost the end of their marriage. Today
really is his birthday. She contacted the agency where I work a couple of weeks
ago wanting something special for his birthday. Most of this was her idea. Us
playing the part of their kids was my idea, cute, eh? She knew she couldn't do
it on her own. It was our job to give her no choice. Her husband had no idea.
Even when they got here it was still a surprise. He's been in shock most of the
night. Some birthday present, eh!"
Those last words were spoken as the man let out a loud moan and obviously was
filling his wife's mouth with cum. We could see that she was swallowing, but he
was really pumping her face and we could tell she was getting one hell of a
load. Finally, he pulled away and wiping his dick on her face put it way in his
pants and just stood there looking down at his wife disbelievingly. Her cheeks
were puffed as she obviously held the last of his spunk in her mouth. The girl
walked up brandishing the paddle and with a big gulp she swallowed. The man
just stood there shaking his head.
The girl broke the silence and in a voice for all of us to hear announced "She
never wants you to call a hooker again. Unfortunately, she probably won't be
willing to do that again. But, she loves you so here is your second birthday
present from her." With that the girl handed the shocked man the leather paddle
that had just recently been used on his wife. She also handed him a small
enveloped that obviously contained a card and added "There's an address on the
card for a shop here in town that will custom make a set of stocks just like
this for you. Happy birthday dad!"
I leaned over and whispered in Anne's ear. "Specking of presence, yours is
required elsewhere." Anne smiled at my play on words and turned to follow my
lead. I looked to the corner and was happy with what I saw. The back wall of
the main room hosted a number of open cubicles each catering to a particular
scene. There was the required medieval torture chamber complete with padded saw
horse, there was a darkened doctor's office with operating table, and in the
corner my target. It was occupied when we entered the room but now it was
empty. I only glanced at it then so not to tip my hand to Anne. Now she was
about to find out why we were here. Before we got too close I stopped and
asked. "Are you sure?"
It was a nervous smile, she wasn't sure, that was the best part. Looking around
the room she hesitated. I knew she was trying to guess what I was up to.
Finally, she nodded and lowered her eyes submissively. No words needed to be
spoken.
I then led her to the corner of the room and through the entry into the cubicle.
I then hung the chain across the entry which I knew guaranteed that noone else
would enter. I turned and halted a barrage of questions bursting to come out of
Anne with a single raised finger. Anne just turned and shaking her head
surveyed the room.
The cubicle was made up like a barber shop. It came complete with a big leather
barber chair in the center. It swung around and pumped up and down just the
like the real thing. It was the real thing. Of coarse in keeping in the mood
of the place, the leather on the chair and many of the other decorations were
black. The wall even featured a large mirror and a counter complete with sink.
I knew from pervious visits that the taps didn't work. That's why I had a
thermos. While Anne was mesmerized looking around and touching everything I
slipped the thermos and a small toiletry bag out of my backpack. I then set the
backpack on the counter near the sink and turned to Anne and said "Ready?"
It was perfect! Her eyes were filled with confusion, she was bursting with
question. The poor girl still hadn't figured it out. She was even a bit jumpy.
I stepped back against the low wall that separated the cubicle from the main
room. Our activities had attracted a few onlookers. Anne was further surprised
by the attention we , more she, was getting. I spoke slowly and quietly. I
don't think anybody behind me heard "You told me that night you really enjoyed
watching me prepare myself. I think you should return the favor. Get
undressed. Leave the hose, shoes and gloves on. Take you time, don't strip,
just undress. Put everything neatly on the coat rack over there."
Anne looked past me to the growing crowd watching from behind the cubicle wall.
"NOW!" I said in a voice that got everyone's attention. She just stood there
and looked deeply into my eyes. Her's weren't even focused. Spacing out her
location she got undressed. It was incredibly seductive. It was truly amazing
how a beautiful woman that was already practically nude can command so much
attention getting undressed. I wasn't the only one getting hard watching the
show. The crowd was growing and more than a few women were positioning
themselves for a good look. Soon she was nude except for heels, hose and those
sexy velvet opera gloves. She stood back to face me.
Wordlessly I gestured toward the bag on the counter. She looked again at the
growing crowd and back at me. I tried my best to copy her death ray look. It
wasn't as good as her's but she understood. She walked over to the counter and
opened the bag. It was pure luck of the draw, but I was hoping. First out I
wasn't disappointed. Years before I had taken a large red rubber ball and
drilled out the center with a 3/4 inch drill. Through the hole I threaded a
large black sill scarf. Somehow it looked sexier than the rubber and leather
ones you see in the shops. We all heard her sigh. She turned to face me, and
thus all of us, and holding it up she had to open her mouth wide to put it in.
It still didn't quite fit and she had to use her other hand to push it in. She
pushed harder. Finally with an audible pop if filled her mouth. I heard on of
the women behind me sigh "Oh my!" The show was on, noone was going anywhere.
I think the fullness of the gag surprised her. Her eyes bulged. We both heard
a few snickers from the crowd behind me. Anne's face started to match the color
of the ball. She reached back and tied the scarf lightly behind her head. I
shock my head. She fired the death ray eye darts again. I shook my head more.
She reached back and untied the knot and then gripping both sides of the scarf
pulled it very tight and retied the knot. There is nothing sexier than a very
tight, bright red ball gag, stuffed into a heavily made up face. The contrast
of her blond hair and the blood red lipstick around the ball was incredible.
Her eyes bulged again when she turned to look at herself in the mirror. After a
couple of seconds she looked down at the bag again.
Perfect! I leaned back against the wall and became one of the crowd watching
this very sexy lady putting on a great show of self bondage in front of us all.
I became part of the audience. As several new people arrived to watch they
probably didn't even notice me there. I only hoped Anne noticed this too. The
nervous sideways glances she kept shooting at the crowd told me she was very
aware of the scene she was portraying.
Next into the bag and I was lucky again. Out came a single handcuff connected
to a length of chain. She pulled on the chain and out came the other cuff.
"Please, please remember!" I thought to myself. I shouldn't have worried. Anne
was a very good study. She put one cuff over a wrist and turned it so the chain
was on the inside. She racheted it closed and then looking at the crowd she
actually winked and closed it a bit more. We all enjoyed the extra two click
clicks. She passed the chain behind her as I hoped and repeated the procedure
on the other wrist. Now her movements were restricted but she was not useless.
She had to struggle now to complete her task. The murmurs and whispers behind
me told me everyone was enjoying the show. The blush told me Anne was not.
Anne had to shuffle sideways and tip up on her toes to reach into the bag again.
She came up empty. She tried again. Still nothing. I was hoping, and again
she didn't disappoint me. She grabbed the bag and turned it over. A little
shake and out fell the last of the contents. My favorite Japanese spring nipple
clips tinkled as they fell on the counter. If looks could kill I'd be dead now.
Fire was in those eyes and she shot me a glance through the mirror.
Unfortunately, looking at me Anne also saw the now very large crowd that was
watching the show. Even in the darkness we all say her ears turn purple. Poor
girl, I almost felt sorry for her. Well, that's a lie. I was loving it.
Anne was true to herself. She was true to me. She reached down and with some
difficulty managed to get a clip over a very hard engorged nipple. I'm sure
that the slight chill in the basement wasn't the only thing keeping those
nipples hard. She winced noticeably with the first clip and then reached for
the second. Again she winced as the second of those nasty little dragons bit
into her nipple. Then she just stood there staring at her reflection in the
mirror as I broke ranks and walked up behind her. "So, is this how you have fun
when I'm not around?" I whispered in her ear. I still remember the look that
got me.
I picked up the chain across her back and lifting it up forced her to walk
backwards to the chair. I lifted the chain up over the back and she had no
choice but to sit. I pumped the chair up so she had a clear view of herself in
the mirror. Then I pulled the chain down again forcing her to slump a bit in
the chair. Her eyes shot darts again. She couldn't figure if out. I pointed a
stern finger at her through the mirror indicating she was not to move. I walked
around front and reaching into my pocket pulled out a small brass lock matching
the ones on her shoes. I reached down and lifted her leg and then bending the
knee over the arm of the chair closed the lock through the ankle strap of the
shoes and the handcuff chain behind her back. Before she could react I repeated
the procedure with the other leg.
I watched her very closely as I stepped away so she could see herself in the
mirror. Well she couldn't see herself. With her legs up and over the arms of
the chair like that the only thing you could see was her pussy. She struggled
but she was bound tight. She was not moving until I was good and ready. And I
was nowhere near ready. Her legs were spread so you could actually see pink
between the folds over normally very tight pussy. Her face was way past pink.
Time for the bombshell.
"You know," I tried to be calm in my presentation but it was hard, and so was I.
"You really do fuss with your appearance. All that fuss with makeup and
clothes. You spend a lot of time getting ready for a date. I especially like
when you ask my advice about clothes and shoes and stuff. That's nice. Makes
me feel helpful. Do you remember the time you asked me for help dying your
hair?"
That got me a nervous nod, I continued "You just couldn't reach in back. You
just had to get rid of all those nasty roots. God, that stuff stinks. But it
works. You do look nice as a blond. Too bad it doesn't fool anybody. After
all, one look at this and we all know." With that I ran my finger through her
curly pubic hair. "But don't worry, I'm always willing to help."
I reached into my jacket pocket and took out the small battery power beard
trimmer that had been there since dinner. I held it up for Anne and the crowd
to see. The crowd went nuts. There were cheers and applause and encouragement
rained forth. Anne went nuts too. I was glad I chose the locks and not
something less secure. I whispered in her ear. "Forget it Anne, this is going
to happen. This has been two years in coming and I will get my revenge. Damn
you and your T-shirts and G-strings on the couch."
I took off my jacket and hung it on the coat rack beside her dress. She never
took her eyes off me as I took my time getting ready. I walked back in front
and positioned myself carefully so she could see herself in the mirror. The
trimmer made short order of her bush. In less than a minute she had little more
than a fine stubble between her legs. I was careful to work my way fully down.
There was not a single long hair anywhere when I was finished. I then went and
dropped the trimmer in my backpack.
I walked over and retrieved my thermos and small bag from the darkened corner
where they had sat unnoticed since we enter the room. I made a show of putting
the stopper in the sink and opening the thermos. Steam rose from the top
letting everyone know it contained some very hot water. Another cheer and round
of encouragement from the crowd as I filled the sink with hot water. I didn't
look at the water but rather Anne's eyes trying to commit capital punishment on
me through the mirror.
I reached into my small bag and extracted a safety razor and a can of lady's
shaving cream. We all heard Anne whimper at the sight of the can. I took a
small cloth out of the bag and wetted it in the sink. I used it to dampen the
remaining pubic hair and then made a decision. "You don't need to see this." I
said as I turned the chair to that she faced the crowd. Several people called
out thanks. Anne turned purple again. As I walked behind her to get the
shaving cream I stopped to ask "Do you know what humiliation feels like yet?" I
didn't need to see her eyes. Someone in the crowd commented "Oh, she's pissed!"
I returned with the can and razor. I have to admit I thoroughly enjoyed shaving
her pussy. Although, I do believe there were others that enjoyed it more. The
comments, some whispered, some spoken aloud were all very approving. I think
the only person that was at least pretending not to enjoy themselves was Anne.
I say pretending because her pussy was incredibly wet. She was dripping. That
unmistakable fragrance of a bitch in heat. I winked at her a few times and got
poison darts back, but we both knew different. Poor girl couldn't help herself.
She was getting hot.
I stood back and accepted a round of compliments on a fine show and a job well
done. I heard a voice behind me say "Looks nice and smooth, doesn't it my pet."
I turned to see a familiar face. I'd seen them in here before. We had crossed
paths in here several times in the past. As usual he was immaculately attired
in a white silk shirt and leather pants tucked into knee high leather boots. A
very old century buccaneer look. He was carrying a black riding crop in one
hand and the leash to his pet in the other. At the other end of the leash was a
beautiful young lady, nude except for a leather collar to which the leash was
attached at the cuffs that secured he hands behind her back. She was a petite
little thing, with small firm breasts and a tight little bottom. I knew from
previous sightings that her pubis was always shaved just as Anne's now was.
I couldn't resist "Oh, I'm not really sure. Do you really think it's totally
smooth?"
He picked up on it immediately "Well, we could always check, right pet?"
I reached down to open the entry to the cubicle. At they entered I turned to
Anne just in time to receive a double salvo of poison eye darts. My guest
looked at his companion and requested "Please check that she is sufficiently
smooth." The girl looked back at her bound hands and then up at her master. We
all say him run his tongue suggestively across his lips. The girls did an
excellent job of imitating one of Anne's best blushes. Anne was doing a pretty
good encore on her own.
The girl looked pleadingly up at Anne, I think asking forgiveness as she knelt
between Anne's legs and slowly ran her tongue up and down each side of her pussy
a few times. He master whispered to me "That's got to be hard for her, first
time."
"She's well trained, care to push it further?" I asked. He was nodding as his
pet rose and returned to his side. I gave her a look that required a response.
"Oh, yes sir, very smooth. You did a fine job. Much better than she ever could
have done herself. I'm sure she is very appreciative." Those comments were
rewarded with her own round of poison darts from Anne's eyes. We all saw and
enjoyed that.
"Would you say it was invitingly smooth?" I queried.
Before she caught the trap she answered "Oh yes Sir. Very inviting!" Then
realizing what she had just said she stopped cold and blushed again.
He master spoke next "Well, don't be rude. You wouldn't dare refuse such a fine
invitation as that. You have five minutes. If she doesn't cum by then, well
then she has five minutes with you." With that last comment he indicated the
woman we had seen whipping the man when we entered the room some time earlier.
She was standing there watching the show. Her stance was very menacing. She
had her whip curled hanging on her right hand. With the masters words she let
it whip uncurl to the floor and smiled an wicked looking grin at his pet.
The poor girl was visible shaken. Her eyes pleaded with first her master and
seeing the uselessness there turned to me. I just looked at my watch. When I
looked up she was stepping toward Anne and lowering herself to her knees. You
could have heard a pin drop in the room. Anne's eyes were screaming at me. She
was pulling at her bounds but we both knew that was useless. I just hoped she
didn't hurt herself. I was just a little worried though. I had made promises,
I had to be true to her. I tried to get her attention but her eyes were riveted
on the pretty young thing between her legs. And then the tongue came out, her
head tilted forward, and Anne's eyes rolled back into her head. There was an
audible sign from several viewers in the room behind us. That snapped Anne's
attention back to the audience watching the show.
I caught her eye and discreetly held out one, two, then three fingers for her to
see. Her eyes perked up and she nodded, at that instant the tongue hit
something. I laughed aloud as Anne's eyes rolled back and she shot me the bird
with both hands. She didn't last three minutes.
When she cam, she cam hard. I think she probably hurt herself a little. Even
the velvet gloves couldn't totally protect her from the pulling and straining
that came with her orgasm. The gag held back the scream but we all heard it
anyway. Her chest was heaving, she through her head back and forth. Her
breasts were flinging around and the nipple clips did an amazing dance. It
wasted a good long while and our little instigator did an admirable job of
trying to lap up all the juice Anne was pumping out. Of coarse that licking
also served to prolong the orgasm and thus created a vicious circle that had
Anne ridding wave after wave until she finally collapsed in near exhaustion.
I don't even know if Anne heard the applause. At least a dozen people shock my
hand at a job well done. Many of the women either shook my hand or offered me a
hug. Several even commented that the wished some day, just once, to cum like
that. The crowd started to break up. I turned to the master.
"Thank you sir. I don't know how ever to thank you. I was hoping it would lead
to that, but I didn't know how. She was perfect." I offered my hand in a
genuine gesture of thanks.
"Oh, fine. It was mutually rewarding. I've been wanting pet to experience that
for quite some time. And as thanks lets discuss that next time I see you in
here in a dress. There are other things pet needs to experience." With a wink
he tugged gently on pet's leash and let himself out of the cubicle.
I went to the chair and started the release Anne. I took the gag off first so
she could breath. Her eyes fluttered as I stood over her. She spoke quietly
"You win, I ..... I ...."
I had retrieved my jacket and while putting it on quietly retorted "But the
night's still young."
Continued in part IV
