Once sure of the layout he settled to wait, his demeanour giving no clue to the impatience he felt or the fire coursing through his body. Lionel Werni..., a florid, nattily dressed, grade one arsehole was making his way to ‘The Pink Bar’. Lionel was OTT in every way you could think of but of the old school. A pink shirt, dripping with gold rings and a seal point Siamese cat on a lead. Complete with rhinestone knickers? I kid you not, rhinestone knickers! Expensive ones. £90.00 a pair, tailor-made. I am very much happy and enjoying Rakesh company so I always be happy than previous. She noticed that in me and asked. At first I insisted to tell but later on her convince I explained everything happened between me and Rakesh. She shocked for a moment and scolded me to do like that. But I said it’s not my mistake I have age and feelings how should I live without having sex for such a long months. She nodded like understand my emotions. I again said you are so lucky you have sex daily with your. I found employment at a nearby real estate firm, first as a secretary, then as a saleswoman, and a pretty darn good one at that.Courses and study programs and papers filled the hours for Roy. I became knowledgeable about mortgages and frontages and facings and square footages. We actually had fun impressing each other with the increasing mastering of the skills we were acquiring. We didn't have much money left over from our bills but we were keeping our heads above water. I even enjoyed my job. "Please Mistress-" I began to plead but she began to pull on the wheel, cranking my wrist and ankle restrains tightly apart, I felt that familar feeling of being stretched out, it only took a couple turns 'til my arms and legs were stretched as far as they could go, the chain of my restriants were taut. The pain began to be too hurtful."Please Mistress no more!" I begged."What was that?" She mockingly asked, "It sounded like a pathetic slave yelping for mercy..." She laughed and carried on.