Maybe, with a little bit of patience and practice, she could decipher it.Maybe, with a little bit of patience and practice, she could decipher it. "If I do this," she mused to herself, " ... he does that." The idea that she might be able to elicit whatever responses she wanted merely by manipulating these two delightfully convenient and pliant male handles appealed to her sense of humor. Single string marionettes! What a concept! Then the hands began to press her onto a leather covered doctors examining table that had materialized conveniently behind her. Bindings appeared from nowhere and she was first held and then tied in place. Her shoulders were firmly set comfortably against the elevated back of the device. Her wrists were bound to the sides of the table. Her feet were set into the stirrups and fastened securely. Jodi offered no resistance. In this position her body and sex were completely exposed and she was helplessly unable to either cover herself or touch herself. Immobile, she could only watch. If she became the object of attention, she could only succumb. She always imagined it would be this way. The form that was Paul placed a bar stool where Jodi could easily see. He sat on it and in full view, he smiled at Jodi. He began to stroke his erection as the faceless form took his place on the floor at the foot of the examining table. The form positioned himself between Jodi's parted legs and began to stroke Jodi's inner thighs, slowly working his way to more and more sensitive areas where her thighs came together. |