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Hi,

I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't
really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to
repost the stuff I have.

There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who
have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were
originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them
first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever
increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.

The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage
orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a
little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't
be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the
stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still
apply. (Also there is nothing that I can see from the original post
which says I can't repost this story. If you are the author and you do
NOT want it reposted then I suggest you let me, & everyone else,
know).

I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.

Bye for now. 

Anakha
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Subject: ST: Hired Help(25-27)
From: dark1@inwave.com (Dark One)
Date: Thu, 28 Mar 1996 02:27:32 GMT


        ******     WARNING to all unsullied minds!     ******
        ******       W A R N I N G ! ! ! ! ! !         ******
     The following story contains scenes of sex, bondage, and
deviant behavior drawn from my own pervered imagination.  If you
are less than 21 years of age, sexually uptight, or a self-riteous
pusher of your values upon others, read no more!

     This story may be copied and archived for non-profit purposes,
as long as it is unaltered in any way, this header is retained,
and the author (Dark One) is credited for it.

     All hard copy printing rights and all other rights
are reserved by the author.

HIRED HELP -- part 9 (chapters 25-27)

by Dark One


Chapter 25

     It was a couple more hours before Vicki broke into her picnic
basket.  By the time she did, it was nearly bedtime.
     "Come on," she said to Jennifer.  "Let's go to bed."
     Vicki helped Jennifer to her feet.  Jennifer had to put a great
deal of her weight on Vicki to walk in the trecharous ballet stiletto
heels.  "I wanted to be a ballerina when I was a girl," Jennifer
said.  "I take it back -- all of it -- right now!"
     Vicki helped her to the bathroom so she could relieve herself
before bedtime.  "How does this thing work?" Vicki asked.  "This
sleep timer thing that you told me about?  You know that I have to
try that out as well.  Especially now that I've got the belt on."
     Vicki was about to tell her how to work it, then suddenly
changed her mind.  I'll get you back, she thought deviously.  "It has
a kind of code sequence to it," she said.  "Like some of the
programmable VCRs.  It's not set properly now.  Each of the four
knobs works changes one of the numbers.  Richard said that there are
several codes to work it and make it do different things.  There's
only one that he told me.  First number needs to be thirty.  Second
number ten.  Third number should be thirty, and the fourth number
should be forty."  There!  That ought to have the thing buzzing
for... almost six hours!  It will be buzzing almost twice as much as
it will be off!  "There's a place on the belt to plug it into."
     "Have you ever tried other combinations?" Vicki asked.
     "I... was afraid to try," she said.
     "Hmmm," she said.  She found the wrist cuffs for the bed and
locked them to her wrists.  "We'll get to that later," she said.
Vicki helped her out of the bathroom and then had her lie down on the
floor on a blanket that she had laid out for her.
     The first thing that she did was to dig inside of her picnic
basked and emerge with a ball gag.  Before Jennifer could object, she
had put it into Jennifer's mouth and buckled it into place.  "I don't
want you to disturb my sleep," she said.
     Like you're going to get any, Jennifer thought.  She would have
smiled if the gag would have let her.
     Next, Vicki brought out a metal bar with leather straps on the
end.  With a few quick adjustments, she pulled it apart.  Jennifer
recognized it as a spreader bar.  Vicki knelt down and locked her
black vinyl encased ankles into the device  Jenifer did not resist.
When it was done, her crotch was open and exposed to the world.
     Vicki went to her basket again and returned with another pair of
 bars.   It took her some time to assemble her next device.  When she
was done, she had a large central metal half loop with two metal bars
extending opposite directions.  The half loop could be completed with
a leather strap.  Each metal bar ended in a loop big enough for a
person's wrist.
     Vicki held up Jennifer's head and slid the metal half loop under
her neck.  She fastened it relatively loosely around her neck with
the leather strap.  Then, she attached each of Jennifer' vinyl
encased wrists to the ends of the metal bars.
     When she was done, Jennifer's arms were sticking straight out.
There was no way that she would be able to move them in any direction
at all.  If she could manage to sit up, she could twirl one forward
at the cost of forcing the other one to go back.
     "Almost done," Vicki said, digging in her picnic basket yet
again.  When her hands emerged, they were holding a large dildo with
a power cord emerging from the base.  Vicki knelt down on the floor
and plugged the power cord into a nearby wall outlet.  The vibrating
dildo immediately came to life.
     She slowly pushed it up against Jennifer's exposed pussy.
"Mmmmmgh!" she said through the gag.  Jennifer found that she was
almost immediately wet.
     Once she was lubricated, Vicki guided the dildo up into her.
Just when it was almost all the way inside of her, she unplugged it
from the wall.
     Jennifer twisted her hips in frustration.  Vicki went to her
picnic basket yet again.  She emerged with a metal rod about two and
a half feet long.  She sat down on the floor, and proceeded to attach
one end of the pole to the dildo.
     The other end was fastened to the center of the leg spreader.
When she was done, Jennifer was not able to bend her knees.  If she
did, it would push the dildo even further inside of her, and that
became uncomfortable almost immediately.  The dildo was now also
securely within her.  No amount of wriggling would get it out of her
now.
     "Only one of us can use your bed," Vicki said.  "But, I didn't
want you to miss out on anything."  She stood up and took yet another
object out of the basket.  It looked like a small rectangular box
with a dial on the front.  Vicki plugged it into the wall socket.
     Jennifer looked at it, and slowly realized what it was.  Vicki
plugged the dildo into the box, but the dildo did not come to life.
"It's a timer for a house," explained Vicki.  "Like the ones used to
turn lights on and off when you go on vacation.  This one is set to
turn on and off every half of an hour," she said.  "I hope you like
it."
     Oh, god! thought Jennifer.  I'm going to go through something
almost as bad as she's going to!
     Or almost as good, depending on your point of view, whispered a
depraved little corner of her mind.
     Jennifer moaned through her gag as Vicki prepared for bed.  She
took off the red leather halter top and red miniskirt.  She was left
in the chastity belt, the corset, and the locking heels.  Vicki
dimmed the lights to almost nothing.  Then, she flopped on the bed,
out of Jennifer's sight.  She heard Vicki dialing the controls, and
then heard the clicking noises as she plugged her cuffs into the
chain.
     The dildoes inside the belt roared to life.  Within minutes, she
heard Vicki panting and moaning on the bed.  One red heeled leg
flopped over the side of the bed, over Jennifer, then disappeared out
of sight.
     "Stop!" said Vicki.  "Oh god!" she said aloud.  "How do you turn
this off?" Vicki asked.
     Jennifer could not possibly respond through her gag.  At that
moment, the timer on the wall triggered, and the dildo inside of her
came to life.

Chapter 26

     Jennifer wasn't sure if she even managed to get to sleep that
night.
     Her enforced pose was hard to relax in.  Combining that with the
heat of the black vinyl body suit, it took Jennifer almost a half of
an hour to start to drift off to sleep.  By that time, of course, the
dildo inside of her would buzz back to life.
     She tried to keep herself still through her ordeals.  But, a few
times, she couldn't help but thrash about as the pleasure overcame
her.  Bending her legs just thrust the dildo deeper inside of her,
and mixed the intense pleasure with a dose of discomfort and a twinge
of pain.
     Vicki did not seem to be faring much better.  Sometime past
midnight, she started to babble like she had in the red hobble dress.
 This only made it harder for Jennifer to get to sleep when the dildo
was quiescent within her.
     There was no window in the room, so Jennifer could only guess
about the passage of time.  She moaned through her gag, and struggled
to breath against the tightness of the corset.  Jennifer was
surprised that she was not passing out in the corset.  However, she
came very close at least once.
     Click, click.  Finally!  thought Jennifer.  Her dildo had been
quiet for some time.  She's been released!
     She heard Vicki moan and move about.  A few minutes later, she
saw her swing her stiletto heeled feet around and down to the floor.
Vicki had to lean on the bed and the walls to make it to the
bathroom.
     There was the sound of urination, then the belt being locked
back in place.  Jennifer saw that Vicki's eyes were barely open when
she made her way back to the bed.  "Where's the snooze on this
thing?" she asked blearily as she climbed back on the bed.
     "Mmmmmfg!" she said through her gag.  What about me?! Jennifer
thought.  With a sinking sensation, she heard Vicki flop down on the
bed and start to snore soflty.
     Oh, god!  When is she going to wake up? thought Jennifer.  It
was at that moment that the dildo within her returned to life.

     The vibrator went through four more cycles before Jennifer heard
sounds of life from the bed.  "What a night," Vicki said as she sat
up in the bed.
     "Mmmm!  Nnngnmmm!" said Jennifer, with the vibrator buzzing
within her.
     "In a minute," she said, rubbing her eyes.  "I have to wake up
first."
     I have yet to get to sleep! thought Jennifer.
     Vicki lowered her towering heels to the floor, then slowly knelt
down beside Jennifer.  "I should let you finish," she decided, as she
returned to her feet.  "I have errands to run.  I'll be back in a
while.
     No! thougth Jennifer as she tried to yell through her gag.
Don't leave me here.  I have to pee!
     Vicki did not hear her silent plea.  She found her red leather
halter top and red leather miniskirt and put them on over the corset
and the chastity belt.  "I won't be long," she promised.
     By the time Vicki returned, Jennifer had just started to
experience yet another cycle of the dildo.  Her bladder was very
full, and it was everything she could do to hold it in.
     Mercifully, Vicki knelt down and unplugged the dildo from the
box.  She first released the bar that held the dildo in place, then
the leg spreader was removed from her.
     The bar between her arms took Vicki a minute or so to unfasten.
As soon as the gag was off, Jennifer spoke up.  "I have to go to the
bathroom *now*!" she said.
     Vicki helped her to her toes, and guided her to the bathroom.
Almost before she was fully seated, she started doing her business.
     "I'm very behind schedule," said Vicki.  "So I don't have too
much time.  One question:  I have an outfit ready for you to wear out
with Richard tonight.  It should drive him wild.  I also have two
tickets for the latest musical.  Do you want to be dressed up for him
when he arrives, or not?"
     Jennifer thougth about this.  "I'm really tired," she said,
"Thanks to your snooze."
     "Don't tell me that you didn't enjoy it," said Vicki.
     Jennifer did not answer the question.  "I don't know when I'll
get my next opportunity.  Get me out of this, and then let's do it,"
she said.
     "Take a quick shower, and meet me in the living room," said
Vicki.  "The boxes that I brought are out there.
     Vicki unzipped the outfit from her and helped her slide out.
The inside was covered with sweat.  Jennifer jumped in the shower as
Vicki left the room.

     Jennifer's ankles were very tight.  She found that the only way
that she could comfortably stand now was to walk on her tiptoes.
Trying to put her feet flat resulted in her calf muscles crying out
in pain.  I've got to stretch them out sometime, Jennifer thought to
herself.  Because she was still wearing the ultratight corset,
Jennifer skipped the shower in favor of a sponge bath and a quick
hair wash.  After she dried herself off and did the best she could
with her hair, she slipped on Vicki's pair of red stiletto heeled
shoes and walked out to the living room.
     Vicki was there, unpacking a pair of large boxes.  "We only have
an hour," she said.  "I have to meet them at the airport."
     "The tickets are on the coffee table here," she continued.
"Start with these," she said, handing Jennifer a pair of black rubber
stockings.
     Jennifer sat down on the couch, took off the shoes, and rolled
them up her legs.  They fit tightly, and came up to her crotch.
     The next thing that Vicki handed her was a black rubber garter
belt.  She slid it up and placed it around her nineteen inch waist.
Then, she fastened the rubber stocking to the belt.
     Long black rubber gloves were next.  These came all the way to
her armpits.
     Vicki came over to her with a pair of shoes.  "I had these made
special," she said.  Jennifer saw that they were made of black
patent, with at least six buckling straps on each to hold it in
place.  The heels were higher than she had seen, with the exception
of the ballet heels.  "Seven inches on the dot," said Vicki.
     Jennifer felt like her toes were being bent back as far as they
could possibly go.  After
Vicki strapped the pair of them over her
rubber covered feet, she gingerly rose to her feet.
     A few experimental steps showed that walking was barely
possible.  Jennifer quickly sat back down again.  "What next?" she
asked.
     "Open wide," said Vicki.  Jennifer slowly opened up her mouth,
and Vicki slid in what seemed to be a large mouthpiece, like a boxer
or football player would use.
     Jennifer knew that she could easily spit it out.  The next thing
that Vicki took out looked like a stylish sequined hat.  However, it
had two thin straps that looked to be more than just functional.
     Vicki put the hat on her head, then pulled the two straps down
below her chin.  She fastened them together very tightly.  The two
halves came together with a click that told Jennifer that there was
some sort of lock that held them together.  It felt to Jennifer that
there was some sort of adhesive on the straps as they passed under
her chin.  She tried to say something, but found that the straps held
her mouth firmly shut.  With the mouthpiece in place, she was
effectively gagged.
     A rubber brasseire was the next thing that Vicki added to the
outfit.  She dug deeper into the boxes, and returned with what looked
like large leather handcuffs.
     The first pair she fastened around Jennifer's ankles.  The
second pair was large enough to fit just above Jennifer's knees.
When they were in place, Jennifer could move her ankles a maximum of
four inches apart.  Her knees could be separated by no more than two
inches.
     "Now the dress," said Vicki.  Jennifer leaned on her as she
managed to stand up.  Vicki helped Jennifer to put the dress on over
her head.  It was made of black satin, and there was a layer of
crinoline underneath to give some body to the skirt.  The dress
covered her neck and adhered to her arms all the way down to her
wrists.  Vicki zipped it up, and the dressed was sized to fit her
nineteen inch waist almost exactly.  The skirt was long enough that
when she was standing, the heels would not be visible.  The only bit
of kink that would be visible would be her rubber encased hands.
Jennifer noticed that there seemed to be pockets in the dress.  She
put her hands in them, but found out that they were simply openings
in the dress.
     The last thing that Vicki did was to bring out a matching black
satin purse.  "Hold this with both hands," she said.  Jennifer did
so, and as she did, Vicki took one of the handles of the purse and
wrapped it around both of her wrists.  Jennifer was surprised to find
out that once the strap was firmly buckled in place, it served quite
effectively as a pair of inobvious handcuffs.  The black material of
the purse strap was barely visible against the shiny black of the
outfit.
     "You look splendid!" said Vicki.  "Now, I have to get to the
airport, and convince Richard to unlock me from this damn chastity
belt!

Chapter 27

     Jennifer sat down to wait as Vicki left the house.  Only a few
minutes passed before she became fidgety.
     If I'm going to go all the way to a musical with him, I had
better learn how to maneuver in this, she thought to herself.
Besides, I want to make it to a mirror to see how I look.
     It took her three tries to make it to her feet.  The first two
times, she lost her balance and plopped back down on the couch.
     Each step took her only a few inches forward.  She had to
wriggle her ankles in an extremely tight circular motion to walk.
The nearest mirror was in her room, so she made that her destination.
     She had never tried to walk in heels this high before, and her
toes and the balls of her feet were starting to ache.  By the time
she reached her room, she just wanted to sit down and take the weight
off of her towering stiletto heeled feet.
     Jennifer stopped and saw herself in the mirror.  The strap
holding the hat in place looked tight.  Her narrow waist and
contrasting full bustline was sure to be an attention grabber.  The
shiny black satin of the dress covered her from neck to the floor.
The fact that the gloves were shiny black rubber was not obvious at a
first glance, but required a bit of staring to determine.  The woman
staring back at her in the mirror did not look like a woman almost
completely helpless in bondage.  Instead, she saw a woman dressed up
in formal attire, looking out demurely at the world.
     Jennifer looked around the room and saw that the inflated
wedding gown and undergarments were still scattered around her room.
The mermaid outfit that she had taken from downstairs was also still
in her room.  Damn! she thought.  I would have liked to have cleaned
all of that up before Richard arrived.
     The ache in her feet was starting to become unbearable.
Jennifer inched her way to the bed, and plopped down gracelessly when
she was close enough.
     Jennifer had no idea what the passage of time was.  When the
ache in her feet subsided, she decided that she had better return to
the living room, to greet Richard when he arrived.
     Jennifer was only halfway there when she heard an automobile
driving up to the mansion.  She tried to hurry, but nearly lost her
balance.  A few inches a second was all that she could manage.  Even
at that rate, she found that the movements took quite an exertion on
her part.  As her breathing increased, she became acutely aware of
the ultratight corset that remained around her waist.
     She was only a few feet from the couch when the door opened.
"Jennifer?" Richard called out before he had entered the house.
     Jennifer tried to respond, but all that came out was a mumble.
Richard walked inside, and stopped in place when he saw her inching
forward towards him.  "Jennifer?  Where did you get that dress?" he
asked as he set his suitcase down.
     She could only mumble again.  Jennifer smiled at him, and
revealed her mouthpiece to him.  Richard walked over to her, with a
smile forming on his face.
     "I don't think this is quite appropriate uniform, but I think
that I like it," he said.  Richard was now only inches away from her.
 She could feel herself becoming wet under the dress, even though
there was nothing down there to stimulate her.
     He touched her face with his fingers, then ran his hands down
her smooth satiny dress.  They hesitated at the narrowest portion of
her waist, and felt the hard, ever so tight corset underneath.  "I
see!" he exclaimed when he touched touched her rubber gloved hands.
     Without any hesitation he reached down and pulled up her skirt.
What he saw must have met with his approval, because he was smiling
broadly when he let the skirt drop.  "What a wonderful woman you
are!" he said, cupping her face with both of his hands and giving her
a long kiss.
     Jennifer's heart was pounding after he did this to her.  She
tried to say 'thank you', but again the gag reduced that to a mere
mumble.  Richard gently guided her to the couch, then picked up his
suitcase and headed towards his room.
     He stopped when he saw the tickets on the coffee table and
picked them up.  "Two tickets... front row.. seating starts at six.
A limousine will be here at five thirty for us, as well."  The smile
was gone from Richard's face, replaced by a stunned look.  "How did
you know?" he asked as he looked at her.
     Of course, Jennifer could not answer.  Richard stared at her for
the longest time.  Slowly, the stunned look faded.  "You must have
had help getting into that.  You must have had help getting it
*peroid*.  Did Vicki help you?" he asked.
     Jennifer nodded, and looked down briefly.  When she looked back
up, Richard was smiling at her again.  That look on his face mad her
feel weak and she trembled a bit.  Jennifer was glad that she was
sitting down.  She was sure that there was more than just a bit of
dampness between her legs now.
     "Well, this will be a formal affair tonight," said Richard.  "I
need to get dressed.  This is an unexpected surprise!  I see that
Vicki was doing something other than trying out the sex toys here!"
     Richard disappeared from the room.  When he returned, some
twenty minutes later, he was dressed in a white tuxedo, complete with
black tie, white top hat, white shoes, white gloves, and a white
walking cane.  "Perhaps this is a bit of an anachronism," he said.
"But why not?"
     Richard tucked the tickets into his pocket, and then sat down
next to her on the couch.  "We have a few minutes to kill before the
limousine arrives," he said.  "What can we possibly do to amuse
ourselves?
     One white gloved hand slowly worked its way around her, while
the other went to her lap.  After feeling the flesh of her legs
underneath, through the satin and rubber, Richard slid the hand
around and into the apparent pocket of the dress.
     He put his gloved hand between her rubber encased legs.
Jennifer moaned, and wished that he would move his hand up, towards
her waiting pussy.  Richard took his time, slowly sliding it up as
his other arm reached around her and fondled her breast through the
dress.
     Finally, his gloved fingers brushed against her wet sex.  She
moaned in ecstasy even when he was only teasing the outside.  He
played with her down there, gently tugging on her pubic hair and only
slowly worked one of his fingers inside of her.
     Jennifer moved her hips around as best she was able to.  She
strained to spread her legs apart, to help him get inside of her.
The restraints above her knees and at her ankles held fast, and
allowed her to separate her thighs only an inch.
     "You seem to be a bit wet down there," he said.  "Did something
turn you on?"
     *You* turn me on, you damn tease! thought Jennifer.  Her cries
were muffled by her mouthpiece.  She took her cuffed hands and pushed
them down onto her skirt, trying to push Richard's hand further
inside of her.
     She suceeded for a brief moment, and brought his finger in
contact with her aching clitoris.  But just a few seconds later,
Richard pulled his hand from out of her dress.
     "I think that our ride is here," he said.
     Jennifer moaned in frustration.  Oh, god I want you!
     He helped Jennifer to her feet.  Ever so slowly, she walked
forward towards the door.  Richard strode forward and opened the door
for her.  "After you?" he said.
     His eyes were glued to her as she slowly made her way out of the
driveway.  Jennifer gave him a long look as well.  She would almost
bet that her juices were running down her rubber covered legs at that
very moment.
     As Jennifer made her way through the doorway, the limousine
pulled up.  Richard closed the door behind him as the driver of the
limo exited the car and opened up the long rear door.
     Richard walked beside her as they made their way to the black
vehicle.  When she made it to the car, Jennifer found it impossible
to step up into the car.
     Richard solved the problem by reaching down and bodily picking
her up.  She was caught completely by surprise by this.  The swirl of
skirts revealed to the driver all of the rubber and restraits that
she now wore.  The driver's eyebrows rose in surprise, but other than
that, he did not react.
     Richard carefully carried her into the vehicle.  The back was a
very luxurious semicircular seat, that could comfortably seat six.
He carefully placed her in the plush leather seats, then sat down
beside her.  The driver closed the door behind them and slowly
started the limo along its way.
     "I apologize for my rudeness," Richard said suddenly.  "I
neglected to tell you how stunning you look tonight.  That dress does
wonders for you.  You look fabulous, Jennifer," he said, and gave her
another kiss on the lips.
     Jennifer let out a feeble moan when he was done.  She tried to
snuggle up closer to him, but she was already about as close as she
could get.  As they rode, Richard's hand once again worked its way
through the slit in her dress and crept towards her soaked pussy.
     A half of an hour of torturous teasing was Jennifer's fate.  He
always seemed to know when she was close, and backed away.  By the
time they were slowing down, Jennifer was panting against the
tightness of the corset and she was moaning with every available
exhalation.
     "We're here," said Richard.  They slowed to a stop.  A minute
later, the door opened, and the driver stood there, waiting.
     Richard exited first, but waited for her at the doorway.
Jennifer tried to slither forward, but could make little progress.
He leaned in and held her by the waist and shoulder.  Jennifer
precariously made her way forward with her hobbled legs and seven
inch stiletto heeled feet.  As she finally emerged from the car, her
skirt was raised enough to reveal the shoes beneath.
     Several well dressed couples were lingering around, and now were
staring at her as she emerged.  Jennifer felt a wave of heat come
across her face as they looked on.  As Richard slowly led her
forward, the couples dispersed with some whispers, and headed towards
the main entrance to the theater.
     Richard and Jennifer slowly followed in their footsteps.  "Do
you need some assistance?" said a man dressed in uniform as they
neared the front counter.
     "Just a little time, that's all," said Richard.
     The man came toward them.  "I can take your tickets if you
like."  Richard showed him the tickets, and he reacted immediately.
"You can just follow me," he said.
     Their pace was painfully slow.  The sparsely populated theater
was becoming more and more crowded as they made their way down the
hall.  By the time they entered the theater proper, almost a third of
the seats were occupied.
     Jennifer was sure that they held the attention of more than
their fair share of guests.  Richard had almost a proud look on his
face, as Jennifer slowly worked her way forwards in the heels and the
hobbles.  All that the crowd could see was a tall woman dressed in
black satin, with a fabulous figure.  No one complained that they
were taking so long to make it to their seats.
     The usher patiently guided them to their seats.  They were at
the very center of the front row, but not near an aisle.  They had to
unseat an elderly couple as they made their way past.  As the old man
stared at her, and mumbled, Jennifer saw the woman step on his foot.
As he stifled a cry of pain, the couple sat back down.  Richard and
Jennifer found their appointed seats, and Richard helped her to sit
down before taking his own seats.
     The theater continued to fill up.  Within minutes, the entire
front row was filled.  Jennifer found that there was a middle aged
woman on her side, with a like aged man one seat further down.
Richard, on the other hand, had a man in his early twenties as his
immediate neighbor.  An attractive but older woman was a seat down
from him.  All of the guests were dressed up formally, although none
had as stunning of a figure as Jennifer.
     Jennifer found herself fidgeting.  Richard put his hands on her
lap, but did not make any move for her 'pockets'.  Instead, he took
ahold of her purse, and carefully unsnapped it.  "What did you bring
with?" he asked.
     She had no idea what was in her purse, so she looked down as
well.  She saw, to her great surprise, a seven inch long dildo at the
surface, with other sex toys below it.
     Jennifer turned beet red while Richard's smile grew so large
that she was wondering if his face was going to split in half.  "You
did indeed come prepared for a night of entertainment," he said.
"You did indeed."

Anakha.
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