’WHAT. THE. FUCK… My brain exploded. Was she serious? I stopped to a halt and froze. I wasn’t even sure what to think. I turned around to face h...r. Her head was bowed down, and her legs were slightly parted below the knees. Her arms rested by her sides. I then realised that she had her hands tucked beneath the waistline of her jeans and the slight motion of her fingers gave absolutely nothing away. I gawped in silence – my mind having fucked off completely – as the fires in my loins stoked. She. . lick, suck, lick, suck. You don't know how long he was at it but your nipple was as hard as a rock. Just when you didn't think you could take it anymore he stopped. There was a moment of fumbling and then you felt the familiar pinch of a clothespin grasp your tortured nipple. You gasped and struggled against the restraints but couldn't reach the buckles. Then you felt his mouth on your right breast and groaned....By the time he was done with your right breast and put a clothes pin on it you. Worried out of his mind now, Micky finished his pie, washed up then re ran went and re-ran that film from the start. For nan the journey was a whirl that was not registering in her brain, Terry a master of the motor explained as he drove, that this man was a known player, that he used the pseudonym `Herman. ‘and that he was a real out and out sadist, of Nazi proportions. He said he and Philip would be present at all times and would not allow the bastard to stray or go OTT, that he promised.. .. devoid of Allan, whom I suspected was either still at home or had left Cilla."Hi folks, what can I get you" she asked, Greg giving her the order. "Can I see you for a minute... in the ladies room" I asked."Sure... what's on your mind" she asked. "In the ladies room" I said"Well what's all the mystery" she queried."I want to do it" I said"Yeah... want to do what" she asked"I want to... er dance... strip... do what you are doing" I said.She looked at me as if I was joking and was now going to.