“Almostready,” she said patting Jim’s crotch and then she leftthe room again.Jim’s mind was a mess, “What are those pill... doing tome? What are these tests? And why was I stilluncomfortable in the chair?” After all she removed thedesktop. Then Jim realized what was happening. His cockwas inflating inside his pants. He did not have anerection, but there was a enormous bulge in the frontof his jeans and the zipper was straining to staytogether.The glass door on. He found that he was paying a whole lot less attention to the women in the bar and on the dance floor than to the men. For the first time in his life he could maybe understand what it was so many of these girls seemed to find attractive about these young guys. There was something very virile about many of them, something wild and maybe even dangerous. In comparison many of the women looked like butterflies attracted to a bright flame. He watched, with some minor envy, as one particular couple. .” came Natasha’s wailing voice, “we were just playing games ... having some fun together ... that’s allowed, isn’t it?” “Girls playing friendly games together is allowed ... girls r****g another girl is not!” “Please ... Master ...” “Silence, slave!” Belle pushed herself up on the table then sat weakly on its edge. She saw that Natasha was on her knees, hands still raised imploringly. The other four girls made a frightened little group. How wonderful! What a turnabout! Belle smiled her. He could have easily ordered his coffee and gone about his day. “Yeah I love that... I mean yeah, sure.” When we’d both got our drinks we went to one of the small tables at the back of the shop. As we took our seats his leg brushed mine. My breath caught a little with the small shock that coursed through me at the physical contact with him. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence. Neither of us knew exactly what to say to each other. It was strange to know so much about someone and yet.