"As the two entered the dining area of Ces Batards De L'autre Cote De La Rue their ears were filled with a gentle cacophony of often laughing voices a...d live piano music, supplied by a small orchestra. Everywhere they looked, people in fancy dresses and expensive suits sat at huge round tables while waiters and waitresses attended to their needs, clad in the uniform they'd seen at Irene's shop. Every table was set with crystal glasses, and silverware that was actually silver, and plates, bowls. Mr. Marshall came back with a large pair of scissors. He shoved the sharp-pointed instrument next to the girl's tender- fleshed leg. She cringed and tried to get away. She couldn't. The ropes held her too securely. He pressed the scissors into her skin and began cutting away her pantyhose. She gasped when he reached her thigh, her skirt bunched up around her waist.He was so close to her cunt!"Please, Mr. Marshall, let's talk about it. We can -" We've talked. It's time I did something."He began. She then unbuttoned and removed her suite coat before she hung it neatly on the back of my chair. She was wearing a silky white blouse that I could see through. She had on a very sexy white lacy bra. It was much prettier than my mother wears. She unzipped her skirt and slipped it down her legs. She removed it from around her ankles and folded it neatly to lie across my chair. She slipped off her high heels and placed them side by side in front of my chair.I asked, “What’s that.” Then I pointed. I looked at Jess, expecting her to kick off, explode this ill thought out match, but her expression was very odd, almost demonic.John half pulled me from the table, I had to watch my feet, I really had had too much wine, the high heels felt very unstable. He took us straight to the stairs, broad, polished wood steps leading up to what I was still sure was going to be a disaster, but a fluttering in my stomach was mixing up the wine there, and I did not hesitate to follow him up, eyes on that.