A quaint, little restaurant bar. The whole establishment was small, but known for it's finer style and excellent dining. Scott'd been recommended by a...buddy to take over the bar, and he'd built a great clientele all of his own following. Before him, the bar served only as a waiting place for people dining, and since his arrival, he's added new regulars on a weekly basis.He'd tell you it was all in his service style. A mixture of simple respect, and pseudo degrading banter towards his guests. On. James collected Jenny who smiled wanly at them and they all trooped upstairs to the sitting room."Thanks for letting us in," began Ginny. "Thank you, Jenny, for telling me your sad news. I made a promise last night to both of you and this morning I was very worried that I wasn't going to be able to keep it. However, we have a proposal and we'd be very grateful if you'd at least consider it."James shrugged. "Why not?" Ewan!"Ewan explained his proposal including the fact that James would be his. "No matter what ever happens with us, this will be the weirdest first date story ever told." I said as I laughed and then kissed her deeply. "I've had so many sexy dreams about you." I whispered to her as I turned her off of my side and I knelt between her legs and produced one of the condoms I had bought."Wait! Can we do something else first? While you had your mouth on me before I wanted to put you in MY mouth and I never got to, so far, twice now. Can you wash it and let me try it?" She. I knew Keith and his trophy wife were away, but that still left Mrs Johnston on the ground floor, she would probably shit a brick if she watched me struggling to get the bound Cynthia up the stairs. I walked her into the flat and sat her in a chair. Keeping up my foreign accent I made her nodded her head to my demands to keep quiet. I took off her gag, but left the blindfold on. At least I didn’t have to wear that fucking awful itchy mask again. ‘Not what you expected Cynthia? Well, I won’t.