Yet those fucking bitches out there ... you cry yourself to sleep.You wake with a start. Panicked, you wonder how long you slept but are relieved to s...ee it is still dark outside. Not morning yet and still a chance that they are playing a game and you’ll be on your plane back home very soon. Although this is beyond a game for you now, they might think it funny, even Allison if she’s in on it, but its gone too far. You can no longer hear them sleeping which you suppose could be a relief. There is. As Deb entered the bedroom, I was almost in agony with anticipation. She said, "I think you're going to like my being in charge. At least in the bedroom. We're going to play some games tonight that I think we'll both enjoy." With that, she took out a pair of handcuffs. Now, I had never thought that I was the kind of guy who would get turned on by handcuffs, but I figured I'd play along. If that's her thing, I was sure we could have some fun with it. "Put your hands on the bedposts. Now." In. I was leaning back on my hands. He was on me with his hands on the desk. We had no physical contact. Only the bridge between us was the chocolate.We broke the bridge and bit each other’s lips. We locked it with a lustful lip lock for a minute before we started chewing each other’s wet lips, moving our face in a rhythmic motion. We kept eating each other’s lips and kept exploring the tongue.We were sucking our lips with no other body contact, but our heads kept moving as we drove each other’s. ...but it will taketeamwork..." "How?" "Call Tike, it will take all three of us." One of the exercises we had to do, involved climbing up a rope,crawling through a vent and dropping onto a pile of crash mats. Theexit hole for the vent happened to line up with a rope on the otherside of the room, and the bell in the middle. So I found myselfcatching the bottom end of the rope that Mike had thrown up to me,which had Tike holding onto the ring which secured the other end to theceiling. Once I had.