.."Simon clearly had a very traditional view of the feminine role, andencouraged by his response we realised that what we both wanted was thekind of r...lationship that existed between the sexes in the 1950's andearly 60's.?How does that sound?? I asked, after we had been chatting for a while.Simon looked at me with a strange smile on his face as he told me.?You're a chauvinist Robert, but if that?s what you want me to be foryou, a traditional girl,? he said with a lovely expression on his. His playing partner (David) asked James who I was and James replied…just a girl I fuck here and there. James ordered a few shots for me and them and after taking a couple of shots he told me the wager….for every ball I point out on the table and he pockets I let him fondle me in front of others. David not wanting to be left out asked James, what does he get if he pockets the ball? I smiled at David and said you get to do the same baby. James was cool with that as he did not mind sharing his. “Are you American?” she asked, ignoring the porter.“Yes,” I answered.“She is American. You will get along fine,” the porter interrupted.“Yes, thank you very much,” I said.“We’re good now. Thank you,” she said. We stared at him and the porter apparently decided he wasn’t wanted and wouldn’t get the other fifty cents he wanted either. One lev equals about fifty-seven cents. He backed out of the compartment and left. “Is this for real?” the woman asked. “Are we even on a train?”“The sign outside. However, his thoughts started a chain of fantasy that slowly decided me to see if being shared would turn me on and though it might get worse or perhaps better it would get the thing out of hubbys system. The thought of being held secure perhaps even bound, was turning me on by then but wouldn’t admit it to Andy, me being bloody minded and thinking; if he was not ready to talk neither was I. He mentioned it again one night, and I agreed (apparently reluctantly) to try it, the only condition.