"I loved Amsterdam from the first moment I saw it. You could almost smell the money being made. As my coach rattled over the bridge I could see a haze...about the city, a haze I had seen hanging over many of the cities I'd passed through on this trip. At least there wasn't that horrible smell I'd noticed in Rome, an odious mélange of horses, manure, mud and unwashed people. And in Amsterdam it was the people I noticed first. They were rich! Even the street wanderers who would have been vagrant. My job involves a fair amount of travel and where possible I like to ride there no worries about traffic, apart form the odd idiot with balls for brains in his tin box. Sorry I digress from the story. Not to long ago in city that will remain nameless and none of characters including me will be named, sorry but I like it that way as it adds to my excitement. I’m heading into the city along the motorway egg vibrator humming along gently to give a nice tingle combined with vibes through. I’m not too certain if he was aware that I knew he was there but he was certainly being very cautious as he approached me. I knew I couldn’t outrun him, not with these slightly higher than I would normally wear heels on so I didn’t try. There was a park bench set under a street lamp about a hundred metres away, I decided to aim for that then confront him there. It took just twenty or so seconds for him to come out of the shadows and reach the bench after me, not really long enough to compose. He had been in a semi-aroused state for much of the day. The waiting was impossible to bear. Was she coming? Had he dreamt last evening? At last a knock on his door. Sarah did not wait for his beckoning, she entered his bedroom coyly ‘Good evening Master Richard.’ She started much as the previous evening. Richard was more eager tonight, and Sarah’s lovely tits were quickly being fondled and kissed. He dragged her onto his bed, gaining better access to her breasts. ‘My, my, Sire, don’t be so.