”“And so you shouldn’t be, there are too many girls around that dress like nuns.”“Don’t girls wear next to nothing when they go clubbing?�...� I asked.“Quite a few do, have you never been clubbing Sandra?”“No, never fancied it. Too much noise and guys trying to get into girl’s knickers, if they are wearing any that is, I hear that knickers aren’t as popular as they used to be.”“I wouldn’t know Sandra, I’ve never seen up a girl’s skirt or had my hands up there?”“Yeah right, do you really expect me. “Of course. Accosting women is part of your job description, isn’t it?” It was hard for her to sound sarcastic when her voice was so unsteady. If it was at all possible he folded her closer to him. “Management now,” was the only explanation he gave, sweeping his thumb back and forth along her jaw. She tried to jerk her head away to avoid the touch but her show of resistance only seemed to amuse him. “You can’t get away,” he assured her. He moved the hand on her stomach higher so his fingers. “Yes a bit nervous honestly. I thought I’d be a little more relaxed than this honestly. But I think I’ll be OK,” I replied. “You just think you will be?” Pam asked. “Yes. But just be a little patient with me, I’ll be OK,” I replied. Then she did something I didn’t expect at all. She kissed me on the cheek. I was beyond surprised by that. Where did that come from exactly? “Whoa, what was that Pam?” I asked. “That was a kiss on your cheek. I thought you might like it. I know you are still nervous. I asked him "if we have sex is it just this once?" I was thinking there's no way this guy is bigger than the larger toys my husband bought and has me use several times in any month and he wasn't a bad looking black man. "I only ask that you use a condom as I don't want any risks of pregnancy or STD." He knew I had no choice and I just wanted it over with.He agreed to use a condom and I went to shower first. When I came out I saw he had a pair of handcuffs. He had to handcuff me so I couldn't.