There were safety protocols on the device but she did not know if they would have covered that.She flipped the coin again and saw she was going to be ...wet. This was bad. But the worst was the last roll of the dice. It was a two and a six. She subtracted one and knew she would have to set the torment on seven. At the seven power setting and with her being wet, she was sure this was going to be agony.Willow would be an observer again.The box known as Igor was a nightmare. It looked like another. When I see a hottie, clearly eye flirting with me, or doing it in a casual conversation, it just drowe me crazy. And yes, I am weak, I was subdued to fall into the pit of selfloading afterwards, but I made mistakes, 4 times to be exact, and this is my tale of the first one.Interestingly, it may sound like a cliche, but all of us have lusted over a forbidden fruit. In this case, it was one of my wifes friends. She is kinda short, slim enought to have a nice figure, average in the boob. The one difference was that I discovered her name was Myra and I was at least able to say “Hello,” and enjoy a short conversation when I ordered my drink.There was one day when business was slow and the staff stood around chatting. Myra came over and started talking to me. It seemed like we talked for hours. Nothing specific, just life in general. I did find out she wasn’t married or dating anyone. The subject of the type of person she dated never came up but I did tell her I was bi-sexual.. I rolled over and resumed a position I often sleep in - lying on my stomach with my hands under me and hands down my panties. I did not lie this way in a sexual sense, I just got some kind of comfort from lying with my hands touching my thighs. Tonight, however, when I reached down my panties, I expected to quickly drift off to sleep but instead discovered I was horny. The feel of my hands on my pelvis was not platonic as it usually was. This touch began a warmth in my pussy that I was familiar.