He barely made it.He barely made it. "Lessee, art show opens at three... here it is- Dealers Room. Five to eight tonight, ten to six tomorrow and Sunday." He glanced at his watch. It's four now, we've got some time to kill." "Good! Flora... it's time for show and tell." "You first." "Hah! Uppity slave. You've already seen- well, FELT, what I bought for you. At least, part of it. It's your turn." "Okay." Flora did the same stretching routine Jason had, trying to reach her shopping bag without leaving the bed, but she didn't make it. She whooped loudly, looking silly. She twisted as she slid off the bed, and landed on her ass. A look of surprise stole over her face, and her mouth made a large `O'. "Oof! Uh, guys, I do NOT recommend doing that when you have giant Ben-Wa balls inserted in your twat." "I'll try to remember," said Jason wryly, "common, show her the you- know-whats- I want to see the expression on her face." Slowly, Flora pulled out of her bag the brightest pieces of rubber Mandy had ever seen. They were just latex stockings, but they were the loudest shade of fluorescent green imaginable. When Flora held them up in front of her purple skirt, Mandy closed her eyes. "I think I'm getting a headache," she said. "Aw, come on," pleaded Flora, "neon is all the rage right now. I mean, I'm the one that has to wear them." "And I have to look at them. That is SICK, girl." Flora pouted. "Fine, wear them if you must, but NOT when you're around me. I expressly forbid it." Jason grinned. "Sick huh? Coming from you, that's saying something." He ducked her swing, barely evading a face-full of pillow. "Okay," said Flora, "you hinted you had something else. Give." "Piggy. You already got your present. This is for Jason. Sort of." She pulled out a bundle of leather straps with a dildo in the middle and handed it to him. |