She grinned back at me. “Wow, this is really cool. So how’d you-” She stiffened, gazed behind her, and realized there was someone waiting behind... her. She turned back around bitterly. “Oh, right. Guess you’re on the clock.”“I am indeed.” I laughed, calm as ever.“Well, whatever. Pick the better one. Meatball or veggie. Put swiss and ranch on it. Maybe some lettuce. I’m good to go.” she flusteredly finished. “One meatball, swiss, ranch and maybe lettuce… What bread? Want it toasted?”“Yes, toasted.. “They’re both fucking men!” said Bertha in disgust and despair.It was inevitable of course that those in the Crystal Passion band whose sexual identity wasn’t solely lesbian should be tempted by male flesh. There was no denying that Matt and Joe were the kind of young men who’d be attractive to those in the band with no absolute preference. They were slim. They were young. They were refreshingly open-minded in a nation we now understood wasn’t naturally either liberal or tolerant. And they were. So, sweet Alyce, is this the place you want to be?” he drawled. “No. Damn it! I want to be home. I don't know where I am now, so I don't know how to get home,” she yelled. Alyce was starting to lose her temper. This incredibly fine man was either a total idiot or playing games. She hated games, as well as idiots. “Home is where the heart is, I always say! Are we friends? I only assist friends,” he giggled. “Would you assist me, if I was your friend?” she asked. “I would be your friend, if you. I needed to be tied up I knew the pain, sensations of having a cock inside me will be sexually overwhelming, the thought of him letting loose, balls slapping my blood drenched pussy I had this instinct to clamp my legs together.I need my legs Stretching out wide and tethering to the bed posts opening me up for his assault on my pussy.Safe-word he asked, I knew if I had a safe-word, I would stop him when it was too overwhelming, I wanted this period to over and get back to normal service, NO.