It came and rose from my chest, through my neck and finally all over my face.

He was driving me crazy and that was the truth.

I couldn't believe it!

It was really… something!

When he finished, he looked at me.

"Now," he said, softly, "Justine, how do you feel…"

"I feel… good…"

He smiled and said nothing for the rest of the trip. I wasn't sure where we were, someplace in the suburbs, I think, because we'd gone over a bridge.

And then, I was being hustled out of the car by the chauffeur, who had a really sleazy smirk on his face, knowing that my hands were tied.

What did he know that I didn't?

Nothing I wouldn't find out soon, I was sure.

I could have done without him. Him and his roving hands on my bottom, which he tested amply as he helped me to the front door of what looked like a palatial estate.

Mr. Clifford was big bucks, I could tell that right away.

And that was just one more reason why those bonds felt so good on my hands!

He led me to a strange, dim room, behind the main room.

There were funny lights hanging from the ceiling, and the way they were turned on, I couldn't see beyond a very short perimeter.

The way it is for an actor when he's on stage and can't even see the faces in the first row.

It was all deliberate, I soon learned.

And thankfully so.

Because if I'd been able to see what else was in this room, I surely would have panicked!

But for the moment, I sat in my sexy black dress, with the slit up one side revealing the tip of my stockings and garter belt, and waited for Clifford to make the next move.

I didn't have to wait long. He handed me a drink.

It looked at first like just another whiskey sour.

"What's this?" I asked him. He smiled.