The heated water soothed me in ways I hadn’t expected, and I gave in to it, allowing the water level to rise to my face, warming me from top to bott...om.At some point in the dream I became aware that I had company in the spa. Another body, much softer than mine, floated nearby, occasionally bumping against me. Each bump reminded me that my companion was soft in all the right ways. As I lolled around in the spa I started to wonder who had joined me in the tub. My first thought was of Beth Ann and. To gag Whitney, I used her tights she had worn to work, covering thesewith some tape. Her hands and feet were tied to the bed with furtheritems; Whitney's own hosiery and some tape and rope that she had stashedaway.I left her bound and gagged on the bed for some time and watched herstruggles and listened to her gagged calls for help."MMmpphhh!"Whitney was highly aroused, as her shecock bulged and strained againstthe tight panties. To torture her further, I applied a vibrator to it;moving it. I saw you at the club, but before I had a chance to talk, you'd vanished." Well.......I got horny, so I found me a plaything. I was gonna wait for you, but.... well.... you know. When I get the itch I need scratched." Her blunt comments made me hard as a rock, something she noticed right away. She reaches over and places her hand on top of the covers, my cock jumping at her touch."I wish I could help you but I haven't been to sleep yet, and you know a girl needs her beauty sleep." Giving my. Not everybody was amused, mind you. There was still a small group of older guys centered on Senior Patrolman Randy Briggsby who considered me a fucking nut job and wanted nothing more to do with me, including being anywhere near me if there was a problem. Briggsby was also kind of pissed that I had made Senior Patrolman a shitload faster than he had, and he considered me a jumped-up pissant, and wasn’t afraid to tell me so. I ignored him. If he didn’t back me up, I was probably safer than if he.