When Naomi rode up the long road to the villa, there were no lights anywhere, even though his car was parked by the door. She switched off the engine; as the light from the big headlight faded she was almost invisible except where the moonlight gleamed on her smooth leathers. She sat up, levered the bike back onto its stand, took off her outer gauntlets and helmet and, shaking out her long red hair, listened to all the noises of the warm evening reasserting themselves after the noise of her arrival; until the ticking of the cicadas was louder than the ticking of the engine as it cooled. The bike had one small modification, impossible to detect while it was being ridden. A UJ, normally used on a windsurfer to connect board and rig, was mounted at the base of the petrol tank to position a dildo where it was most comfortable for the rider. She reached down and pressed the button to disconnect herself from the machine, leaving the dildo inside her for the moment. Soundlessly, she swung her long leg over the saddle, stood up and stowed her riding kit in the top box. Bending sharply from the waist, she tossed all her hair forward and gathered it into a ponytail on the top of her head with an elastic band then pulled it through the hole in the top of a leather hood. She laced it up at the back and then buckled it with a strap around her neck. Eyes, lips and nostrils were now the only bits of skin showing, if you looked carefully enough. She straightened out, reaching up to her full height, smiling to herself. A light film of sweat was building up inside her suit.

Her rubber soled boots made no noise on the path, the door swung on oiled hinges; the floors of polished marble were giving back some of the heat of the day. As she moved into the bedroom, she could hear the sounds coming from the headphones Sean was wearing to distract him from any external noises; she estimated that he was about half way through the compilation CD of drum ’n bass she had prepared for him and enclosed with his instructions. He must have been lying there for about half an hour.

Shake one die. If is odd, go to 1, if even, go to 2.

1.He was still totally unaware of her presence; this was her game and he was playing by the rules. His breathing was normal and had not changed since she had entered. The thick padded leather hood covered his head; two holes by his nostrils his only contact with the air. He had spread-eagled himself face up on the sturdy four-poster bed and both arms and legs were chained to the posts with heavy self-locking cuffs. She had explained that the cuffs were electronic; if she had been delayed then a signal would have been sent out from the player as soon as the CD had come to an end to release him. He had trusted her completely and now she knew she still had him in her power for another thirty minutes. His hips were elevated by a resilient foam wedge underneath him; his penis lay relaxed, hanging to the left.

She seized hold of his manhood with her gloved finger and thumb. With a few strokes he was ready for her. She removed the dildo from herself and pressed it to his anus; slippery with her own