' I croaked.'Sorry, who is this? Hello?''It's me.' I gasped.'Who is this? Look I hate you dirty, filthy heavy breathers. If I catchyou, I will put you... tackle into a mangle and turn the handle realslow. Now get lost pervert, before I ring the police.'The phone went dead.I looked though my purse for more change and realised that I didn'thave any more cash.I slammed the phone down in frustration and wondered why I was beingpicked on like this. Perhaps God had a sense of humour, but if he had,I. Me being the slave on a leash, or dragging me around by my dick.Then, she lightly yanked the leash, and swatted me, not so playfully on the butt, commanding me, "Look at everyone, they got dressed up specially for you." I looked around the assembled girls, I knew them all, and knew most of them biblically, except for Amber and Rose. The dress code for the evening was "slutty," Amber and Rose were most conservatively dressed, and "slutty" is how I'd describe their outfits. Jade on the other hand. .. and how the hell would he know that, even if we were sleeping together – check my laundry basket? All of which must have been rather disconcerting to a well brought up young man, who, I suspected, did have a slight, schoolboyish, crush on me, but wasn't quite enough to explain his distraught appearance. That, it turned out was more to do with our friends at PCW. Arriving back at the hotel, he'd found a message asking him – not us – to phone some head honcho there ... which he did. And. It happened in Hanoi in Vietnam while I was there on business. I had some time off one afternoon and had gone for a sightseeing wander around the old French Quarter. I got hopelessly lost and spent way more time walking than I had planned. I then came across a spa offering massages – there are dozens in the centre of Hanoi but this sone took my fancy as it seemed to offer massages by male masseurs.I did not have a lot of cash on me, but I walked in and asked to see a menu of what was on offer..