”“Who is he?”“His name is Scott”.“Scott what?”“Scott Keller”.“Our mechanic Emma!”“Yes Gary.”“Are you telling me you are go...ing to be fucking our mechanic now!”“I knew you would be mad Gary!”“Mad! He was a guest at our wedding, Emma!” Gary’s arms were now uncrossed as he pleaded his case.“How long have you been seeing him?”“We haven’t been “seeing” each other; we’ve just met for coffee.”“Have you kissed him?”“Gary.”“I asked have you kissed him.”“I’m sorry, it just happened.”“How did you even end. Xxx-T.'Her heart fluttered remembering the store was a lingerie store. She scurried across the street and went inside. The store, although more modern, also had an ancient, gothic feel to it. She asked the woman stocking the shelves for Jetmir, and she called his name. An older, somewhat effeminate looking man appeared with a large smile, asking if she was Janet. “Hi, yes, T told me you are a good friend.” She shook his hand, and he was as gentle as a woman may be. “Yes, we have been. “Hey you,” his voice broke through the phone and shook my body. I had been waiting for his call for so long and now I was not sure what to say. I told myself to play it cool, but I was not the best at doing things like that, so I laid there, frozen. “Are you busy?” “No,” I answered. “Why?” “Just crawled into bed,” he claimed. “You crossed my mind, so I thought I would call you to make this day complete.” I rolled over on my bed and reached for the light, turning it off and leaving me in the. Kneeling in front of Susan, he removed the clips holding her ankle cuffs to either end of the spreader bar. He set the bar aside, then stood. Raising his hands, he unclipped her wrist cuffs from the chain, then from each other. He watched her carefully, and feeling that she may still be a bit unsteady, he gave her permission to kneel on the floor. Susan heard the order and knelt, than sat back on her lower legs. She was immediately reminded of the butt plug that still rested deeply in her.