Chapter Three
For a long, uncertain few weeks Bill said nothing about the night of the magic box. He had cajoled her into telling him some of her naughtiest fantasies, he had plotted and planned and schemed, and then he had taken her to that delirious gangbang in the kinky partitioned bondage box that Kyle the magician had built in his warehouse workshop—but Bill said nothing about it, absolutely nothing. Despite the almost impossible fulfillment of that once-unthinkable escapade, Elizabeth herself could not broach the matter either. As her wanton flesh had cooled and the contenting chemicals of repeated, rapturous orgasms dissipated in her bloodstream, she soon had felt too confused, conflicted, and guilty afterward to dare to bring it up.
Certainly the experience had been all that her
