Paul knew Rebecca well, and knew that her being so quiet meant she was either unhappy or that she was becoming turned on in a situation where she hadn't had a chance to find out what was permitted. He flashed her a smile, and the smile he got back let him know she was okay with being here, sharing wine and discussing bondage toys.

The truth was she was getting hotter by the minute as the two men discussed the many ways they might tie her up. Of course they weren't discussing her specifically anymore, but she was happy to let that feeling linger.

She swallowed hard, and stepped forward. Her face was warm as she forced herself to speak. "Would you like to try some of these out?" Incomprehension stared back at her. "On me?"

"Oh, yeah. Yes. Yeah." Paul stammered.

"Yeah, Rebecca. Sure. That would be great." Glen chimed in, oh so professionally.

It had been so very difficult to get the words out, to come on to these two men, to propose that they tie her up and have their way, every which way, with her. Now they were both assuming that she meant it in a nonsexual, business sort of way. They were afraid to assume anything else, so they figured she'd politely bend this way and that, let them measure her here and there. She hadn't pushed those words up her dry throat and out her reluctant lips for nothing. She would clue in the clueless men.