Richard made a lame joke about me forgetting the map. I rolled my eyes and made my way quickly towards the bar. I needed a drink badly. Standing at th... bar, I ordered my drink and waited while the hunky bartender in a Chippendale’s outfit poured it out for me. God, I needed sex so badly. If Richard was still the man I met, or if he wasn't here at all, the idea of me being taken roughly from behind by Mister Chippendale was squashed as soon as it had sprung. A hand touched my shoulder, jarring. If she behaved like this already when she had sex, I wanted to know what she would do when she was very desperate. After she cleaned herself, we left the bathroom and went separate ways for the rest of the day.For the evening, I had planned to take Marie out for a nice dinner. I called her later that day, told her about my plans but also remembered her not to forget all the stuff she needed to stay the night at my place. It was Friday, so there was plenty of time to move in with me during the. “Wow, very strong” she said “are you trying to get me drunk? My name is Melissa, by the way”. She took another sip and gave a little moan. “I could get addicted to this Ron” she said and giggled. “So, Melissa, why are you here alone?” Ron asked. “Good question” she said “my parents are away for the weekend and I was bored”. “Well I admit, this town is pretty quiet. Not much happens”. Melissa nodded. “Would you like another drink” Ron asked. “Well sure” said Melissa “I must say it tastes very. No carpets.You find that you are still wearing a simple white blouse and pearls. But beneath the waist: black panties, garter belt and stockings. They’re not yours, you hadn’t been wearing them earlier but they fit and make you feel good. Although you are wearing impossibly long stilettos, you are crawling on your hands and knees crawling across the wide expanse of floor. Should you continue? You continue, For some reason you have the desire to please us, You don’t want to disappoint us. Why is.