The bouncer pointed at a small table and I took my .45 out of the shoulder holster, the .38 out of my pocket and then emptied my pockets onto the tabl.... Sarah just shrugged when the gee pointed at her. There was no way to hide anything in that dress she was wearing. The bouncer patted us both down anyway, seeming to take extra time with Sarah. When the papers under her skirt rustled, he just pulled them out and set them on the table.We were led down different corridors, through somebody's. Now I know you think yourself a pillar of resistance, but I promise you you will beg me for my cock by the time I'm done rubbing it on every inch of your face, your outer cunt, your lips, slapping your ass with it, fucking your face with it. If you don't beg I will bind your legs and whip your ass. I'll probably do this if you beg, actually. If I haven't affixed a collar and leash to you, or wrapped your neck with a length of silk, I will do so at this point in the proceedings. Don't ask me. Then suddenly I got the idea to ask Sirisha! I get my phone out of my pants pocket and find her number and open a blank text message, “How should I word this? I asked myself. Well I guess she did say she would give me the best possible sex life ever so maybe she would want to know. So I started to type, “Hey, I have been thinking of you all day and I am stuck in office with a huge hard-on, what you reckon I do? Moments later I just get a picture message back. It was a close up picture of. ” “Bragging, are we?” “It ain’t a brag when it’s fact, ma’am,” I replied. I hung up, and took what I thought was a pretty good picture and sent it off. This time I got two thumbs up. When I came a few minutes later, it was fantastic. I never did hear from Emily on Sunday, and was kind of disappointed. I called and texted her a couple of times, but got no reply. I stopped in to the local watering hole for a drink late Sunday night, and was commiserating with Jack, the bartender. “You really.