"Check your mobile," she said, and then rustling noises replaced her voice. Sure enough, seconds later the outline of a photo appeared. While I waited...for it to download, I impatiently tapped my fingers on the side of the device. It was worth the wait. Suzanne was lying on her bed, pointing her smartphone at a mirror with one hand while using the other to hike her short summer dress around her waist. Although the picture was more revealing than those I’d taken, it wasn't as erotic. That said,. ..what is your real name?...So here was my first decision. Was I going to play a role with steve, or wasI going to be honest? Well obedience was requested, so obedience andhonesty he would get....Jay......hello Jay...and where do you live?...(an easy one)...Essex......and where are you now - home or work?......at home......then give me your phone number...My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't give him my phone number - what if myGirlfriend found out!....sorry sir, I have a Gf, I cannot risk. During our travels, Owen pointed out many things to me, explaining how things were made, and also the differences between wrought iron and cast iron.“Cast iron is much more brittle than wrought iron,” he explained. “It’s made by melting iron in a furnace and pouring the hot liquid iron into molds. When cool, the pieces are removed from the molds and cleaned up as necessary. Cast iron can only be repaired by brazing.“Wrought iron, on the other hand, is shaped hot with a hammer from preformed. “Why?” “To be honest, this is the first time I’ve been with another man in about ten years.” “Ten years? Weren’t you married longer than that?” “Yeah, but I slept with one of Dave’s friends about ten years ago. It was a drunken mistake but he doesn’t know about it. I feel guilty because I just got divorced and it’s weird not doing this with him.” I could see the guilt and trepidation in her eyes as she confessed to how she was really feeling. I was led to believe that she was just another.