They then polished off a bottle of champagne...whereupon Joani (her real name?) excused herself and left the living room. She was back in a flash dres...ed only in a black g-string, black nylons, black high heels and a pair of leg garters that boldly read: "WHORE."Joani had smiled and sat down beside him, placing her right hand on his inner thigh. In a husky voice, Joani said, "I want you to tie me up by my wrists to a ceiling hook and then tickle me with my feather whip/tickler. Then gently run. Dave was a little slow to follow her, unaccustomed as he was to womenwho took the lead in seduction. The way he played the game, it was hewho called the shots, he who decided when they should retire to his cozylittle penthouse apartment. He wasn’t entirely sure he enjoyed thereversal of roles. Took some of the fun out of it somehow. ‘Well, are you coming or do I have to see myself home?’ Angie wasstanding above him, hands on full hips, smile taunting. Gulping down therest of his drink as well. Setting up secured playback.”The doors locked and a modern song, something with the word ‘featuring’ in the title and with lots of bass, began to play through the speakers in the doors. A tiny speaker embedded in my headrest played back the voice of Miles Bamford, very quietly into my left ear. I had to concentrate to understand him.“Oi oi! What’s this about leaving my car out in the sticks? Bloody hell man, rent something for her! And charge your bloody watch while you’re at it. Look, I hear. He spoke up a bit, his voice echoing in the foyer. ”Sir, I’m ready to be your maid, sir” ”Say it again.” ”Sir, I’m ready to be your maid, sir” ”Ask me for it.” A pause. ”Sir, may I please be your maid, Sir?” ”What’s that?” He swallowed again. ”Sir, may I please be your maid, Sir?” There was a brief silence as the Master smiled, satisfied. ”Sissy, I want you to go upstairs. Up there you’ll find your room, on the right. Take your bag, and leave your clothes here. Go put on what’s on the hanger,.