The movement catches your eye and you glance down, allowing yourself a subtle wicked smile of acknowledgment."Lower your arms and take off your dress....Hang it there on the coat rack. Turn around, bend over and put your hands against the wall, with your legs spread shoulder width. Close your eyes." You follow my commands gracefully, without a word of resistance or question.As I admire your glorious ass accentuated by the sheer lace panel of the panties, I can't help but think how I just want to. "We cuddled a little longer before getting up. A shower was necessary. So was changing the sheets.Of all the things I might have expected to do with a young woman, the industrial museum would not have been among them. Emma explained to me as we walked round the various processes involved in making steel – crucible, Bessemer, more modern techniques. We watched the 'little Mesters' working in the workshops that are part of the museum and wondered what would happen if the elderly men couldn't find. In the distraction of her pleasure, she hadn’t noticed some of the figures had reached out and grasped her hands. She hadn’t seen them move, but not sure enough a ring of busty figures of all shapes and sizes had formed around her wrists. Some of them seemed to look at her with mocking eyes and laughter at the edge of their frozen smiles.She looked down. Yes, her ankles too were held in place by small, strong hands. She screamed.But of course, no sound came out. Only a dull moan as the crystal. The drink became a couple, or three. Maybe it was because I was still tired, or because I hadn’t eaten enough, or the combination of the beers and the stiff drinks, but I got drunk. Not falling down, but enough to cloud my reason.After one of those typical lulls in the conversation I said, “So tell me, Gavin, how long have you been gay?”Talk about stupid questions.He smirked and said, “Oh, I see, I’ve been found out. I’m really sorry about last night, Cooper. It was wrong, completely wrong, but.