Long Island Compromise
"Sorry if I stomped on you. Two left feet."
"No, you are a divine dancer," Abby answered as the tall and solid Irish escorted her back to the table. As soon as they returned Kevin stood and went off with Abby's dance partner, leaving Jennie, the bride-to-be, and Abby sitting at the long table alone. The rest of the bridal party in the Long Island restaurant was still on the dance floor. It was the rehearsal dinner for Jennie and Kevin's wedding the next day in their home town to the west of Portsmouth. Abby was a bridesmaid.
All of them were down from London for the long weekend.
Irish, really named Gerry, but everyone called him Irish because he was half that, was a robust ginger, and towered above everyone else in height and stature, was, in fact a great dancer. Abby thought he was divine in every way, handsome, outgoing, and built like a Mr. Universe. She couldn't understand why the two of them had been paired off for the wedding, though. He was so tall and there another bridesmaid who matched that better than Abby did. Irish was so hulky and Abby was slim, if a bit top heavy.
But Jennie and Kevin had insisted Abby be his match for the weekend. Kevin and he got along great, both from being raised here in Long Island and both having trained at a personal trainer school close to where they were now sitting.
"He's working at a posh Mayfair women's gym, though, and I'm working at a rehab facility," Kevin had said. "He's a rich bitch tits and ass man and I work on getting old codgers with new hips back on their feet."
Irish was like all men were with her, though, Abby thought. He said nice things to her but he talked to her breasts rather than her face.
He'd said an odd thing to her earlier and now, alone with Jennie, Abby decided to check that out with her. He'd said, "I understand you recently went on holiday to a Greek Island because you couldn't find a guy here in England to give you adventure."
That had startled her, because it had been true. What Irish had said had sexual undertones to it. She just didn't know if Irish knew that. She had, in fact, found British guys to be really boring and vanilla in sex and had found a whole new experience on the Greek island of Mykonos from a hunky and cocky guy named Demetros. He'd introduced her to anal and forceful sex. She'd learned she liked the man to test her--and in new places. She'd told her coworker Jennie about that when she'd returned from Mykonos, but how did this Irish guy hear about that--and did he know what it meant? She didn't know whether or not the hunk had made a pass at her. Sometimes English guys were just a bit too subtle. Of course, all of them were taken with themselves, and Irish wasn't an exception.
"Greece is an exciting place," she'd said. "But where did you hear that about me from?"
"Oh, Kevin told me," Irish said, speaking to her breasts. "He told me you couldn't find a guy here at home to give you adventure. We can't have that. He showed me your photo and I said we wouldn't have that. He thought I might be able to represent the British better. Of course I'm half Irish, but that's a start."
"Are you saying you asked Kevin to introduce us and pair us up."
"It certainly would seem so, wouldn't it?"
She'd left it at that, but she broached the subject when she and Jennie were alone.
"Are you and Kevin trying to match me up with this Irish guy?" she asked. "He seems to know about my trip to Mykonos. You didn't tell Kevin about--?"
"The challenging, kinky sex? The anal?" Jennie said. "No, of course, I wouldn't tell Kevin about that."
But of course she had.
"Still, he could really give you some fun. He's got some moves. Did Kevin tell you what Irish does for a living in London?"
"Yes, he's a personal trainer at a women's gym. He's certainly got the body for it."
Jennie laughed. "He's more than that for women at a fancy Mayfair gym. He's an escort. He takes care of rich women. He squires them around and beds them, with them paying him for it. He's really good at it. I hear he's cruel with them and they come back for more."
That surprised Abby and made her go a little tingly inside. "How do you know he's good at it?" she asked.
Jennie gave her a pointed look. "How do you think I would know?"
"Jennie! And you're marrying Kevin tomorrow."
"Irish was a long time ago. We all came from here--Irish, Kevin, and me. Irish was then, but then was a real adventure."
"Does Kevin know?"
"Kevin was there. Irish, me, and Kevin. A girl can't do better than getting attention from two macho guys at the same time."
Abby gave her friend an astonished look.
"Don't tell me you've never done a threesome with two guys," Jennie said. "You really do need to find a more interesting sex life."
Abby would have said something about that--Demetros had done her just fine in Mykonos--but Kevin and Irish were coming back to the table.
"I just asked Irish if he could drive you back to the Premier Inn tonight," Kevin said to Abby. He too was talking to Abby's breasts. They were, in fact, the talk of the room. "I hope that's OK with you."
"Thanks. I appreciate the lift," she said.
* * * *
"This isn't the hotel."
"No, Babe, it isn't," Irish admitted. "You'd asked where the sea was from here in Long Island earlier. My folks have this cottage they've turned over to me on Southmoor Lake that runs to the sea by the Sweere Deep, so I thought I'd take you here first. Show you the water and stuff. You ever done it in the front seat of a car, Love?" He leaned over, putting his left arm around her back and pulling her over to him. He dipped his head down to try to kiss her, but she turned hers away.
"Not so fast," she said.
"Come on. I know you're a party girl. The quicker we get to it the more of it we can do," Irish said. "Kevin told me what you got in Greece that you say you haven't been able to get here in England. I can give you that."
"Kevin's got a big mouth," Abby said. "I think you need to take me back to the hotel now."
"Oh, I think you want me to take you, Babe--maybe later in the hotel too. Kevin said you like forceful men. Anyone tell you you have magnificent tits?" His right hand was unbuttoning the top of her shirt dress. Abby slapped at his hand, but that didn't stop him.
"Only about a million times," she said. "Now stop it."
"Can't help it, Babe. I'm a tits and ass guy, and you've got them. Nice long, blonde hair too. You a natural blonde, Babe?"
"You'll not find out."
"Oh, I think I will." He did capture her lips with his then, and she found he was a divine kisser. His fingers kept working the buttons on her bodice, and when we got them open down to her waist, he found that her bra unsnapped between her breasts. The kiss didn't end until he was weighing the heft of her breasts, flesh on flesh, with his hand.
Getting his hands on her breasts made all the difference, although she didn't fully realize it yet.
Coming out the kiss, she slapped him across the face. He slapped her back, which surprised her and took the wind out of her sails. She collapsed back into the seat, and he laughed and reached across her to release the seat recline lever. She was lying back with her breasts sticking straight up. He leaned over and took her nipples, one after the other, in his mouth and started sucking them.
"Stop that. We can't." Her voice was faltering. When a man worked her breasts she was lost. With what this man did with them she was lost bigtime. She could already feel herself trembling and getting wet.
"We are, Babe. Such nice tits. The nipples puff right up. I know that means you love tit play."
She did, but men rarely did that for her. He jiggled them with his hand, and she moaned. "Just lay back and enjoy it, Babe. I'll give you what you said your Greek god gave you. I'll take real good care of your tits and then we'll fuck."
"I think you presume too much," she murmured, but it was a half-hearted defense at best. She lay back in the seat, breasts pointed skyward, and he took control of them with his two hands, rubbing and squeezing them.
Her deep moan told him there was no reason for him to stop.
He didn't even know what Demetros had given her, Abby thought. But this Irish was a magnificent hunk too, and forceful. She was melting.
He took her lips with his again and slapped her breasts, first the right one, a slap up and a slap down; then the left, a slap up and a slap down. He didn't slap them very hard, but enough to focus her attention and give a little sting. The sexual punishment connection jolted her brain each time he did it, though. Abby groaned and began to pant.
Slap, slap, slap.
"Oh, shit. Oh, fuck, Irish," she murmured, digging her fingernails into his bare biceps.
"You like that, don't you, Babe? I do too. It makes me go hard. A tits and ass man."
She had no idea what attacking her breasts like this did to arouse her. Demetros most certainly hadn't done that.
When had he taken his shirt off, she wondered. His chest, hard and sculpted like a Roman statue, was pelted with ginger hair. She couldn't help running her fingers through that while he kissed her and slapped her jiggling breasts.
She took in her breath and huff each time he struck.
He laughed, moved his lips down to her nipples and his hand glide down to the hem of her dress, bunching that up to her waist. Her panties were stripped down her legs. It was a good sign that she almost subconsciously stepped out of them. He hung them on the rearview mirror.
"Lovely. Yes, you're a natural blonde, and such a great body. Glorious tits. Lovely cunt. Clit begging for my touch, an ass to die for, baby-popper hips. And the hole winks at me. Don't try to tell me a man's cock hasn't been in there."
She wasn't a natural blonde, but he didn't need to know that. He didn't really need to know what he was learning about her body. But she moaned as he crouched over her, his mouth working her breasts and the fingers of his right hand exploring intimately in her folds, rubbing her clit, penetrating her pussy. In and out; in and out. The finger was driving her crazy. Two fingers, spreading her pussy entrance. He dipped his head and blew on her pussy as he spread it open with his fingers.
She shuddered. Her legs went rubbery, and they parted more without her having made that decision, giving him more access to her pussy. He took advantage of that by pressing the heel of his hand on her lower belly and worrying various targets at the same time.
The hand disengaged momentarily to come up and slap her breasts again. First the right one, a sharp slap up and a sharp slap down; then the left, a slap up and a slap down. She panted and groaned.
"Irish," she whimpered.
Slap, slap, slap.
The hand glided down to her pussy again and worked her there. She was dripping from the effects of the breast and pubic play. She moved a hand down his body too to find that he'd released his cock. He was hung huge, and he was in erection. His bush was a flaming red.
Could she? She'd thought the Greek was unusually large too and she'd not just managed that, she'd enjoyed it immensely. Was this bigger? Her fingers slid down the cylinder and she was rewarded by a shudder from him.
"Showtime, Babe," Irish whispered, and he turned her toward him as he turned more toward her. He grasped her left ankle and hooked it onto his shoulder. Reaching in under her propped leg he opened the glove compartment and pulled out a tube of lube and a condom packet. He split the packet and handed the disk to her. The critical moment. Was she ready or wasn't she? Was she really resisting or wasn't she?
"Rules of the house, Babe. You put it on. That's your 'yes' if you do."
With trembling hands and a low sob Abby crowned his erection with the condom.
Victory.
He lavishly rubbed lube on that and on her, up and down, from clit down to anus, generously lubing her, while she lay there in his embrace, whimpering and moaning.
Grasping his cock, he dragging it over her pussy, from clit, down through the folds, and to the anus. Then up again, and down. He slapped its bulb on her clit repeatedly and was rewarded with an intake of breath and a low moan.
"Do it. Fuck me," Abby begged.
He laughed and she arched her back and gave a little cry as he penetrated her. The angle was awkward enough in the car's confining front seat that he could only get half of him in her, but half of him was all of most of the men who had fucked her. Once saddled to some depth, he held her tight, sucked on her nipples, and moved in and out in her pussy, gaining depth with each stroke.
Abby lay in his embrace, moaning and making little, "Yes, yes. Yes, there. Like that, yes," noises until she shuddered and exploded. Once, twice, three times.
Irish laughed. He opened the driver's door to the car, withdrew his cock, bundled her up, and pulled her out of the car. They were parked by a grassy area by the cottage's front door. He laid her out on the grass on her back, spread and bent her legs, and ran his left arm under her waist to elevate her pelvis, her torso stream band and down to the grass.
He put his cock in position. And he penetrated her.
In the already lubricate ass.
She writhed under him in the effort to open and spread for this thick erection in the ass passage, but he relentlessly pushed into her, spreading her, going deep inside her and holding, waiting for her anal canal walls to spread for him.
"I'm told you did it for the Greek and loved it. Love it from me, Babe."
"Please. Please don't--"
"Don't even bother to try to tell me you don't want this, Babe."
When he was fully saddled, he began the slow rhythm of the fuck. As she opened more, the vigor increased. Faster, harder, deeper.
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
Writhing under him, Abby cried out her pain-passion, becoming ever more active herself in thrust up as he thrust down.
Thrust. Thrust. THRUSTTHRUSTTHRUST.
She settled down to going with the motions and moaning and groaning less as he worked her ass hard, fast, and deep. He came with a grunt and the release of his load in the bulb of the condom. Abby came with him, exploding again, and relaxing back in a long sigh.
She had stretched to his need. The orgasms were coming more quickly and she was remaining higher in the pleasure sphere after each one.
Kevin, in fact, had told Irish what had been special about her vacation to Mykonos and her Greek god. Demetros had fucked her in the ass. That obviously was why Irish was so interested in her. He had that fetish too.
When he could get his breath, still holding Abby captive under him, still possessing her anal passage with his cock, he whispered. "Let's get you inside and tied up."
Tied up? Moan
* * * *
Why had she told Jennie what Demetros had done to her on Mykonos? Why did she tell so much--especially how it felt, how it sent her straight up to heaven? How fully she wanted her body to be used? But, no, if she hadn't, this gorgeous ginger stud wouldn't be working her like this. So big, so handsome, so forceful. So hung. So cruel.
Abby groaned and bit into the rubber ball gag as Irish slapped her breasts, Up on the right and then down. Up on the left and down. Slap, slap, slap. He tapped her clit with his finger and she moaned. He tapped it harder and she groaned.
God, this was keeping her wet. Everything--the cruel hunk, the nudity of two very fit bodies, the slapping of the breasts, the pussy play, his dirty words, the bondage, the big, hard cock, the fucking in the ass--was all combining to give her a sexual high. It shouldn't, but it was. She should beg for this stop, but she didn't want it to stop.
"Such luscious tits, Babe. Did I tell you I was an ass and tit man and you are gorgeous in those departments?"
Slap, slap, slap.
Abby moaned and pushed her breasts up, the receiving of the slaps totally erotic now, making her flow. She arched back in the sling on the back porch of the house, facing the water of the lake and huffed into the ball gag as he put her ankles on his shoulders, spread her pussy with three fingers, and mounted and penetrated, sliding in between the fingers and pulling the fingers out.
The pussy now, not the ass. Work me, Big Boy. Fuck me hard.
Sliding in. Pulling back and slapping her right buttocks. Pushing in. Pulling back and slapping her left buttock. Slapping her breasts. Slap, slap, slap.
In, out; in, out.
"Comfy are you? Your Greek lover do this for you?"
Adjusting to it better than you might think, Abby thought. Love the breast play. Melt to the captive play. Work me with that huge cock, Big Boy. No, Demetros did not do this to me.
In, out; in, out.
Butt strike, breast slap, butt strike, breast slap.
"Sorry about the gag. But we're on the back porch and we have neighbors. I'd really rather hear how much you're enjoying this. Did you pant and cry and scream for your Greek lover?"
Yes, yes, she did--with less reason to do so than she had now.
Abby's arms had been run up the chains on either side of her head. The sling was black leather. She was backed into it, fully naked. Her long, blonde hair cascaded down toward the porch planking, her head held arched back by a collar around her neck. First thing he'd done when she was strapped in like that was to visit her arched-over head and made her take his cock in her throat. She couldn't see what he was doing to her at the other end of the sling.
But she could feel it. God, could she feel it. He was in her deep, velvet-cover steel sliding on rippling passage walls. Making her wetter and wetter and giving her sharp flashes of sensual pleasure.
He was standing between her thighs, slow fucking her in the pussy. His magnificent muscular body moving fluidly, the muscles rippling with exertion. She longed to run her fingers through that silky ginger chest hair, but her fingers, arms, and the rest of her were the prisoner of this cruel lover.
He grasped her breasts in his hand, taking full handfuls, and squeezed and kneaded them. She gasped and gasped again, writhing under him. He pinched her nipples and she screamed through the ball gag. Then, slap, slap, slap, and he lowered his face and sucked a nipple in. Then the other, hands squeezing the orbs. He rubbed his bearded cheeks on the nipples.
"Such beautiful tits. A great body"
In, out; in, out.
Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, Big Boy!
He pulled out of her, and, keeping her right ankle hooked on his shoulder, he restrained her left ankle high on one of the chains at the foot of the sling. He slowly pulled his cock out of her pussy, still hard as a rock--long, thick, throbbing. He took it in hand and beat it against her clit and her folds and her pussy and her puckering asshole. He dragged it up and down. The whole area was well lubed. The cock glided right through. She shimmered as he tapped a finger on her clit, and then again. She shuddered as he rubbed it.
He slapped her right buttock and then her left. Slap, slap, slap.
"You know my ladies, the rich bitches, pay me for this. They love this. They can't get enough of this. They're husbands slap them around at home, but not in the right places."
Abby could understand. She was enjoying this far more than she thought she would. Being a muscular stud's captive. Taking his cruelty. Using her.
The cock teased her to distraction. Pushing, gliding, rimming, teasing. On the brink at the pussy and then the anus and then the pussy again. He could make her explode and flow without even putting it in her. He did make her explode and flow withing needing to put it in her.
He restrained her left leg on the remaining chain and moved around full frontal to her. Reaching up and slap, slap, slapping her breasts, and then grasping his cock and teasing her clit, folds, pussy and ass with it. Tapping her clit with a finger. And then again. Rubbing it.
"What's that you tried to say, Babe?"
Her plea of "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me now" was too muffled for him to decipher.
"What? You want to be fucked in the ass? The Greek way. Your Greek lover's preference. He fucked you in the ass, I know. Did he pay this much attention to your tits?"
Squeeze, slap, squeeze, slap.
Yes, fuck me in the ass. No, Demetros didn't attack my breasts like this.
Irish laughed. "Know what you like that the Greek did you in, Babe. Like the name of where we are. Long Island. Long Island Compromise. That's slang for what we'll do now, what you told Kevin you loved. Slang for butt fucking."
After she melted and flowed to his teasing pussy and ass play, he slid his erection in her anal passage and fucked her in the ass.
Oh, fuck. the ass again.
"That's me, Babe. A tit and ass man."
She lifted off again. He came again.
When he released her, he restrained her wrists and her ankles together.
"I think we'll continue upstairs. The guest room OK, with you, Babe? I don't feel right doing it in my parents' or my room. They haven't been here for years, but they could show up any day. If so, I need to keep them out of the guestroom. Tools of the trade in there. You want to see what I have in the guestroom, Babe?"
She couldn't answer. Besides being cowed and exhausted, Irish hadn't relieved her of the ball gag.
Slinging her, belly down, over his shoulder, her golden hair cascading down, he carried her upstairs. One of his hands carried a leather belt, the end dragging along the floor and stairs. He held her in place with the other hand, palming her ass and with a thumb up her hole.
* * * *
Before tying her down to the bed, he pushed her down on her rump on the bed, jerked her bound arms over her head and gave her one, two, three, four snaps of the bent-over leather belt across the breasts. She jerked and screamed through the gag, but the strikes were more a snapping sound than a blow. He held back on that. He found a riding crop, untied her ankles, spread her legs, and flicked it on her clit, over and over again. She writhed away from him, panting hard, gasping, and trying to escape the crop, but he put one of her ankles on his shoulder, held the other leg out with one hand, and attacked her clit with the riding crop pad with the other. He turned her over and gave her five strikes of the belt on the ass. She was trembling and babbling behind the gag when he then bound her to the bed.
It was mostly mood work. He didn't strike her with anything with much more force than a tease.
She offered no opposition whatsoever.
He fucked her in the ass on the guest bed, her facing down, her arms spread and extended, the wrists restrained at the top edge of the brass headboard. Another set of restraints, set half way down the edge of the headboard, waited for later use. Her body streamed out on the bed toward the footboards, her thighs and knees pressed into the mattress.
Irish was on top of her, behind her, stretched on her body. His erection was buried in her ass and he was fucking her. His arms embraced her, his hands grasping, squeezing, slapping her hanging breasts. The folded-over leather belt and riding crop lay on the bed next to her. He had reddened up both her buttocks and her breasts with the strikes of the belt. She had writhed through the pain-pleasure of being used this way.
She was turning her head from side to side. To her right, the doors to a shallow closet were open to reveal a stash of sex toys and implements. To her left was a full wall of mirror, capturing everything that was happening on the bed.
God, his big-cocked body was magnificent. He must drive the cougars wild. He was driving Abby wild.
Saddled on her ass, Irish was deep inside her, rocking. Moaning and sighing through her ball gag, Abby was using the leverage of her knees to rock back against him. The more she relaxed, the deeper he could fuck in her ass channel. They fucked until they both had cum again.
Irish left her for a bit, but he was a virile young man. He came back in erection. Grasping her ankles, he restrained them on either side to the headboard halfway down, so that Abby was suspended, arms and legs extended and bound, tail hanging in the air behind her. Irish came in behind her, thrust up into her ass again, and grasped, squeezed, and slapped her breasts to another almost-shared orgasm.
"Did your Greek lover do this for you?" Irish whispered in her ear when he'd done her.
Some of it. Not all of it. Good god he didn't do all of this to me, ran through Abby's thoughts. I am ravished. I am conquered. I am complete.
"Let's see. Are you all mine now, Babe?"
He released and turned her on her back, him kneeling and her streaming her legs around his and behind. Leaning over, he buried his face in her pussy and ate her out, licking and tonguing her clit, pussy, and ass. His hands grasped her breasts and worked them. She made no effort to escape him. She slowly writhed under him, firing off again and again to the touch of his tongue and teeth. The explosions were coming almost continuously now. She'd had no idea this was what happened when a woman was being completely fucked.
When he slid up her body and offered his erection to her lips, she opened them and took him into her throat. She worshipped the cock that he had tortured her with. Her fingers ran through his silky chest hair and down his muscular torso, lacing her fingers in his balls and squeezing, rolling, and distending them, as his cock moved in her throat and he leaned back and moaned his own pleasure.
When he moved back down her body, lifted her pelvis to his lap as he knelt, and pulled her anal passage back onto his cock, she moved under him, grasping and kneading her own breasts, moving her hips to the rhythm of his fuck in her ass and whispering, "Yes, yes, Irish. Just like that. Fuck my ass."
And he did.
Yes, she was his.
* * * *
The car was nosing into the Premier Inn parking lot as dawn was stealing in before Irish asked the question. He didn't want to give her too much time to think about it.
"You must be tired."
"Yes, I'm exhausted," she answered.
"So, do I pull up to the front door and let you out or do I park and come in?"
"Park," she said.th little hesitation. That one word said it all in bursting what she'd ever said about having to go to Greece to get laid right.
When Abby was getting out of the car she tried to retrieve her panties from where they were hanging on the rearview mirror, but Irish stayed here hand.
"Those are mine, now," he said. "I earned them."
The only word that sprang to Abby's mind was "jackass," but she left the car without the panties.
She was surprised to see Jennie and Kevin sitting in the hotel lobby, obviously waiting for them.
"What are you doing here, Jennie?" Abby asked. "This is your wedding day."
"And we are celebrating the day," Jennie said. "The wedding isn't until 3:00 this afternoon. We have a couple of hours to kill and settle our nerves."
A couple of hours? Abby thought, her body starting to tremble.
"I see that you've been with Irish," Jennie said, giving her friend and coworker a knowing, satisfied smile. But Abby didn't rise to that comment. She just moved to the elevator. The other three followed her.
They fucked on the bed in Abby's room--all four of them on the same bed. Abby was on her back, Kevin knelt between her legs, holding her legs raised and spread with a grip on her ankles. He had her buttocks pulled high in his lap, and he fucked her in the ass. Abby grasped and kneaded her breasts while he fucked her.
Jennie was stretched out beside her, looking at her, and touching her with the hand of one arm. She was on her belly, her rump raised, and Irish mounted high on her ass, fucking her in her anal channel.
Later, Kevin, Abby, and Irish were in a triple lotus position. Kevin, sitting, legs crossed; Abby sitting in his lap facing him, legs folded around his waist, Kevin's cock in her pussy; and Irish sitting behind Abby, legs streaming around her and Kevin's thighs, his hand working Abby's breasts, as he fucked her in the ass. The three of them moaning and sighing together, the three of them fucking, the three of them finally coming close together, as Jennie knelt next to them, touching each of the intimately, here, there, and there.
Irish knelt above Abby, grasping her wrists and trapping her arms above her head. Kevin was below Abby, grasping her ankles and spreading her legs. Jennie knelt beside a stretched-out Abby, riding crop in hand and snapping it on Abby's nipples and clit, as Abby writhed and climaxed for the group one more time.
Later, when they were alone, their slightly panting bodies stretched against each other, Irish embracing Abby close, he murmured, "After the wedding. Going back to London. I could drive you back."
"That would be nice."
"If I did, I would find out where you lived in London."
"Yes, you would."
"Did you let your Greek lover know where you lived?"
"No. Just you now. Just you."
- Abby was surprised when Irish mentioned her trip to Greece and the adventurous experiences she had there, as she hadn't shared those details with anyone from the bridal party, not even Jennie.
- Abby found herself drawn to Irish's dominating personality and was intrigued by his role as an escort in London, a profession she hadn't known he was a part of.
- As they continued their conversation, Jennie revealed that she and Irish had once had a threesome together with Kevin, which Abby found shocking but also arousing.
- When Abby and Irish were left alone in the car on their way back to the hotel, Irish's suggestive comments and bold actions shocked her but also ignited a desire within her, leading to a surprising encounter.
- The Long Island Compromise seemed to be working for Abby, as she found herself exploring new forms of pleasure and submission in her interactions with Irish, something she never would have expected at the rehearsal dinner.
