Voh mujhse poochha, “kya tum wine lete ho?” Main bola, “Main wine or cigrete kuch bhi nahin leta”. Voh bola, “Agar main loon to kya tumko ob...ection hai?” Main bola, “mujhe kya ojection hosakta hai, magar wine light ho to maza ayega agar zyda loge to phir mast chudayee nahin kar sakoge”.Voh muskurate hue bola, “mujhe maloom hai, main 2 or 3 pegs leta hoon to meri chodne ki masti double hojati hai aor zyada le lya to phir neend ane lagti hai, mujhe raat bher maza lena hai tum ko saath lekar raat. It is an old station, with buildings made of bricks, but very little in the way of seating. So I was leaning against a wall near the toilet entrance when I noticed a man in his mid fifties looking at me. He was well dressed in a suit and he carried a brief case. It has always struck me since that I knew he was checking me out, even though I was dressed normally and showed no outward signs of being gay - which I am not though I experiment occasionally. As with most young people, my hormones were. I told him I had some experience being tied but nothing professional. He wanted to do a few simple ties on me with some pieces of hemp he had brought with him. I don't really care for hemp, finding it too scratchy but I had no choice. He had me put my arms behind me crossing my wrists together and taking a three-meter rope doubled over tied my wrists together. Tight. It hurt and as he continued I gathered it was supposed to. Tight or not I could feel my engine rev because now I was sort of. I'm Mark's girlfriend, we met at the Burrell Museum." Of course, I'm sorry for not recognising the voice. How are things with you and Mark? No trouble I hope?" Drew asked."No, we're both fine. I was hoping you could help me out though." What can I do for you?" he asked."I've been trying to dig up something on the Hamiltons. So far I've managed to find out who the registered owners of the casino are but that's where I'm stuck. According to Companies House the casino was bought by an organisation.