A woman sat down next to me, and gave me a brief nod. As she looked down the bar to see where the bartender was, I took a quick look at her. She was b...onde, slim, very pretty, maybe late twenties, in a long black dress. I could tell that, like me, her tits were pert enough not to need a bra. The bartender quickly noticed her. "What can I get you?" The woman glanced at my drink. "That looks good," she said, smiling at him, "I'll have one of those." "Coming right up," he said, and turned to. .. that's all."Once again I had the feeling that I wasn't completely in the know about what was going on. Were we that transparent?I was mulling that over in my mind as I walked the darkened path back to our room. I noticed that the blinds were drawn and the room apparently dark as I let myself in. There was a yellow, dim light, a candle flickering on the night stand. One of Margi's CDs was playing, a soft, melodic sound that I didn't recognize, but I liked."Hi, Billy," two voices intoned,. I had had a few girlfriends and some fumbling around after school discos etc. but I wasn’t driven to find a girlfriend if you catch my meaning. I had dabbled with porn and stuff but it never quite sat right with me and more often than not when finding a girl attractive and getting aroused at the thought it wasn’t how good looking she was but how she looked, dressed etc.Home life was a happy one. My dad worked away a lot, Asia and Africa, something to do with oil, all I know was he made a shit. Before I could do more than stare, she reached into her purse and pulled out something else. She put one around each wrist and with a quick twist, they clicked together like leather handcuffs, which is exactly what they were.That's when things got weird. She reached out with both her hands, took one of mine, and placed it on her breast.I was still mentally not making all the connections and went to pull my hand away, but as I said, she was quite athletic and held my hand against her breast,.