"I hate to see such a lovely woman sitting alone... would you like some company?" I ask."Please," you say, indicating I should sit down. I take a seat...close to you, but still respectfully distant."Hello, my name is Jonathan," I say. You introduce yourself and I take your hand, shaking it. I hold your hand a bit longer though, just letting you know I am in the game.We sit and talk and get to know each other a bit as we enjoy our drinks. I turn up the charm-ometer and slowly work my magic. As we. Here is how I saw it. If Bill had the balls to push my head to his cock, I would have hungrily sucked it till he came down my throat. In the process I would have remember every man who had done that to me. I would have remembered them as if it were happening at that moment. From the Mendez brothers who tried to choke me on cock, to Martin whose cock I made love to, they would have all been there.He would feel good, I would feel good, and we could both walk away and sin no more. That was the. At one end was a low enclosure and I could see a couple of pigs. There was no smoke to-day and on the roof I could see had a hole in the middle and the thatch around it was all burnt and sooty black.The ground around the house-if that was what it was- was all churned up and looked muddy but to the far right lying on the ground was what looked like a dead animal, but I could not distinguish the shape from where I was lying. I lay there for about 10 minutes, but no other movement other than the. . more. And then yesterday, he had given her a business card - an odd one, as it was black, and held only an address, printed in white on one side. Nothing else - and said, "I'd appreciate it if you'd come by at, say, six?"It wasn't a question, the way he'd asked that. And here she was, standing in shadow looking at this amazing man, who seemed totally relaxed in what she could only think to herself was some kind of dungeon. She considered turning around right then and leaving, but.