He cut the lock on the chain link fence with a bolt cutter and boldly walked through the lot choked with a sea of dry weeds. Nothing would deter him f...rom getting to his orange-colored dream machine. He was partial to the green brand, but orange would probably do the trick just as well.He slid his hands over the dusty hood and kicked the tires, like an adolescent inspecting his first true love, reminding himself of the time he walked into a car showroom attracted to a red Jaguar. Now, he was all. The rules were that I had to be blindfolded and I had to keep my mouth shut. I thought to myself that I had mentioned or selected bdsm on the form so I had this challenge. I took a bath the very next morning. I had always pleased other but today I was going to be pleased. I remembered using the best fragrance to smell pure, wearing fresh pink panties, wearing shortest skirt. And I was waiting for the class to be over. After college I was escorted to a room. As per the rule I had to be. "What the fuck was that?" Again, no answer. "So are you working or not?" Look just get in the car!" Marcus was getting angry now."Are you working?" The question seemed so alien to Art. Was he working?What did that mean? "It's a simple bloody question. Are you workingtonight?" No." Art surprised himself when he spoke. The voice that left his lipswas not his own. It was soft and higher than his. It was a girls voice.He had practiced adapting his voice before but he had never expected hisbrain to. We'll all go out when I get home." I kissed her and left for work.I left work early and met with Chrissy and Cindy. As untraditional and informal as it might have been, there were still a ton of details that needed to be worked out for our wedding. We went to the dress shop where we met Jill. She was very excited."Becky asked me to be her bridesmaid, but she said to ask you what my duties would be," she said."Well, it's your job to lead Becky through the day. I'd actually appreciate it if you.