" Yeah, sure. What about the blow job you gave me while dad was in the shower? There wasn't anything half-hearted about that one either." I didn't hav...e any choice. I had to get you out of the bedroom before your father came out of the shower." Who is kidding who here mother. You knew fucking well that I wasn't going to be here when he came out. All you had to do was tell me to piss off and then just stand there. You knew I'd run as soon as the water stopped running." All I know David is that I. This would change soon, though, as James flipped the pocket watch open and held the face to her. It took a moment for Vanessa's eyes to go wide, her pupils dilated, her body limp. Gently, James let go of her hair and set the pocket watch on the table. Still, she stared upwards, not looking away. He took this time to remove the bindings that held her and then, making sure not to speak, he removed her clothing for her. She didn’t fight it, as he knew she wouldn’t. Caressing her body, he gripped. Harsh, too-bright spotlights gave concentrated illumination directly over whatever individual apparatus we wanted to use, like the suspended trapeze, but I'd neglected to turn a light on above this one. The nearest overhead lamp shone on the big platform ten feet away forward and to my left, creating just enough luminance to see the shape of Adrienne's naked body bent over before me but not enough to make out the details.Her perfect ass was the highest point of her body, a milky-white peach. Too smooth. At 44, Becky was still a very attractive, vibrant woman and Tom Burton thought he'd like to try her on for size. I had different plans.Becky worked as a nurse at the local hospital. Loraine Burton, Tom's wife, worked in the administrative offices of the same hospital. That fact brought the Burtons and us together at many of the same parties and fund raisers. That allowed Tom Burton the opportunity to chat up Becky on a fairly regular basis.I didn't distrust Becky. I simply knew that.