What kind of perverted slut was she, that she could become sexually aroused by a child?Sweat pouring from her from the effort, she tried intently to t...ink of anything else, to stem the rising tide of passion bubbling within her, but it didn't work. She knew she would soon loose control, would soon climax right in the presence of this innocent child! She had to stop this, before it was too late and she humiliated herself forever."Uh, Barbara," she gasped with a quiet intensity, still trying to. She pulls into her driveway and sees that he’s parked right behind her. She wants to shout at him that she’s ok now; he can leave, but stop mid-way when he gets out of his car, moved to her passenger side and motioned for her to open the door. “What now?” She asked under her breath. Is he going to give me a lecture on my driving now? It was on the tip of her tongue to ask him if there was a problem, but he looked angry. He just sat there looking at her with those smoldering eyes. Anne was. "With that Linda melted into my arms. Her head was on my chest and I could see her face but she felt sad. The woman played several more, slow, romantic numbers without singing. I was getting ready to take Linda back to the table when the piano player started singing again. It was one of my all time favorites and one that always made me feel sad. It was Julie London's "Cry Me a River":"Now you say you're lonelyYou cry the whole night throughWell, you can cry me a river, cry me a riverI cried a. But April was nervous and uncertain. She started to take her sweater off, then stopped. I stripped down to my shorts and she watched as I buckled one set of cuffs around my wrists and another around my ankles. She hadn’t told me to do that, but she didn’t stop me either. She just watched. I found a collar in the box and handed it to her. ‘You do it,’ I said. She took it nervously. The collar didn’t mean much to me, but for her I knew it had deep significance. I knew because I’d wanted her to.