More and more we got exited...one bigger private room had their lights on but the locked doors had peepholes. We used the holes and saw two couples......The wives where close to each other laying on their back kissing each other, touching each other’s breasts and the men were with their head between the women’s legs giving oral... The moves and actions where like in slow-motion... We heard the moaning and while each of us was peeping through one hole leaning against the door, I put my hand in my. "Bloody hell Andy, you're a sight for sore eyes." We shook hands, grinning at each other, mindless of being bumped and barged into as the fans streamed past."I've got a table reserved in the Boleyn Tavern," he said. "It's always best to reserve one on a match day. Let's go have a drink; there's a lot to catch up on."The bouncer on the door of the Boleyn nodded to Andy. "Good afternoon, Mr Rowe." I was well impressed, and even more so when, once inside the heaving bar room, the bartender said.. Her prop was a whip which she crackedwith a gleam in her eye and as she stripped to the insistent beat of the blaringtechno dance music she maintained her illusion of dominance using bold, aggressivemovements and by glaring at the half-seen crowd of drunken men. It was onlyan illusion of dominance because dancer number eleven was no real Domme, butmerely one of the more talented 'hookers with a whip' that make money off ofpopular male fetishes. However, the response her appearance and manner. Their new landlady, Minnie Davies, was a delight. A single lady in her mid-40’s, she welcomed Peter and Angie with open arms, and treated them both as if they were her own children. In fact, on occasions, Minnie would admonish them as if they were her younger infants, but she would always do if with a twinkle in her eye and loving smile, so that the newly weds would happily oblige by tidying up the dishes they had left in the lounge, or whatever their misdeed was. Anyway, coming from rural.