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(story continues from Damsel in Distress 2) Part Five In spite of numerous golden opportunities, and dozens of outrageous propositions from both male a female guests, Annette had yet to participate in an actual scene while B/D partying at the house. The temptation to let go to what she knew would be as safe a situation as any she could imagine haunted the 39 year old ex model day and night, engendering a dilemma so far removed from the realms of her outgrown experience it literally cried out for an uncommon hero to rescue her from her overly cautious and underdeveloped proclivities. As sure as Annette was about the fail-safe aspect of what her newfound friends proposed, there still remained a modicum of uneasiness with which to wrestle before plunging headlong into her first scene at the house. Being the psychically oriented damsel she was, Annette opted to wait on a green light from her intuition before making a move she’d already decided would be the deep end of the kinkiest pool into which she’d ever considered diving. ...

(story continues from Damsel in Distress) Part Three Barbara could not accurately determine how long it had been since John’s latest revelation impacted her somewhat overwhelmed sensibilities. Both she and time were obviously on vacation, suspended, as it were, in a moment beyond time, beyond reason, in a reality she’d never contemplated or experienced before. ‘I feel like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web,’ she analogized after her third and fourth writhing frenzy drove her out to the brink of yet another impossible climax. ‘How long did he say?’ The ticking of a clock focused her audio awareness on a far corner. ‘If I could just get some friction somewhere.’ Stretching her legs brought both nipples to within a quarter inch of the silk sheets below. It was to this end that Barbara Gwenn manipulated herself until her trainer went off duty. ...