I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. The wine coursing through my body quickly put me into a dream state….…I felt Joy next to me on the couch.... She’s whispering in my ear. You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you Sarah? Yes. And you want me. Yes. So bad. Yessss….Sarah? Sarah? It was Joy, standing in front of me between the coffee table.Oh, sorry. I must have dozed off, I said.Don’t worry, it happens to me all too often when I indulge in my whiskey.Oh, I giggled. So you’re a whiskey gal? Ahh, I. She said hello, and i returned the greeting. She asked if i was tired because it was a long day and she was tired. I turned and gave her a look. She was in her 60's and was a big lady! She had gigantic tits and a big black booty ass! As we talked, she laid her left hand on my thigh. I was wearing shorts and the hand felt good. She told me her name was Sarah. She asked if i had any plans for that evening and i told her just dinner. She said she hadn't any and her right knee was killing. Add to that my walking-around, day-dream state and you can see how I was preoccupied with her. Dazed might be a better description.It was almost too much. I didn't know the first thing about handling the intensity of these feelings, so I did that which I'd always done so well when I was in doubt. Emotionally bobbing and weaving, I tried not to show my feelings -- those feelings that were bubbling and about to overflow. Not that there were "downer" feelings... not at all. They were just powerful. She shivered, more from thoughts of what they planned to do with her than the temperature. ?Tie that shit down, boys!? she recognized Master?s ropes and His chain. At least she had that much. she could pretend He was here. she could imagine that, in some way, He was watching and approving of what was to happen. The one with the beard and bad breath tied her hands way too tight. ?Fucker!? she screamed. ?No, I?ll fuck you, bitch.? her legs were spread wide, rope around her ankles yanked outward.