So here is how this one starts, and I want you to picture all of it. Earlier this week, the four of us met at our coffee shop, the little one on the corner, and all we talked about was you. By now you are addicted to our get-togethers, so I simply sent you a text. Free Saturday night? And you wrote back yes before I even put my phone down. Of course you did. The rest of the week, the four of us went shopping. Toys. Straps...

Scene two, baby. The interlude. You need a minute. I can see it in the way your whole body is shaking. And honestly, so do we. Four orgasms, and not a single one of them yours. We need a little time to recover. But that does not mean you get to rest. Oh no. We are going to drag this out, make you wait, make you ache. That is the whole point of an interlude. "Up," I say, and we unstrap your wrists, we unstrap your knees, a...