I had her wait there for a minute, and went to geta couple of things. When I returned, I put a waist belt on her, and cuffedher elbows to it. I put an...kle and wrist cuffs on her,then ran a thin chain between the wrist cuffs and thewaist belt. I had her sit in on of the chairs andattached her ankles to two of the legs.I went into the kitchen and returned with the food thatI’d prepared, a medium rare steak, baked potatoes, somebroccoli, and another bottle of wine. I poured us both aglass of. “Want to know a secret?” I asked after I took my turn and sank one ball.“What?”“It doesn’t have to be today.”“You don’t want to?”“The more important question is are you really ready for this?”“I think so.”“That was your first ever kiss, wasn’t it?”“Yes. Did you like it?”“It was very sweet,” I replied.“Do you want another one?”I put down my cue, held out my arms and she stepped into them. I wrapped my arms around her and we exchanged a soft kiss. Her lips parted slightly, so I pressed my tongue. ‘It was so right when we kissed. It was magical. It was like the time that we kissed for the first time.’ ‘So, are you telling me that you and Yan are lesbians?’ ‘Lesbians?’ She leaned her head back again, as if thinking after taking a long drag of her imaginary cigarette. ‘I never thought of it that way. No, I don’t think of myself being lesbian. I just love Yan. I still have feelings for you. I still love you. And I’m still very much attracted to you.’ She reached down and put her hand on my. Damon and Tiffany admired the view from her windows. Laura looked at them, trying to imagine them fucking, when they were alone, without a spectator like her. They were a fresh, young, beautiful couple. Tiffany was tiny, of course, the smallest girl Laura had ever slept with, but perfectly proportioned. Damon was an inch or so taller than Laura, and buffed."Do you work out?" Laura asked him, making polite conversation."A little. Actually, I play soccer." Almost all the time," Tiffany drawled in.