"Yes, fantasy. Everyone has fantasies. Fantasies about being someone else, fantasies about being a rock singer..., sexual fantasies. I'm sure you occa...ionally imagine a different life, or maybe doing something you've never done before. Why not start now? Do something daring. Be a bad girl, be a very bad girl. No-one here knows you. What happens here stays here. You can go back to England and nothing's changed, no-one will know, only you". I put my hand on her arm, "This could be your only. What's up?" the voice I had been waiting for resounded."Not much guy, just doing some crap for history," was Dave's reply."Yea, hear that. Actually I need to talk with Bob about my science. He has Mr. Knop and I know that he can give me some pointers." Wow, what a line I thought to myself.Dave opened the door wider and pointed to me standing by the window. I wondered if he could see the anticipation in my voice, much less the hard cock that was very evident in my pants. He let Brandon in. On another occasion, I was cleaning and oiling our outdoor furniture beside the timber fence, naked of course. The beginning of the open wire fence was next to me. I was not aware of Wendy's presence until I noticed a small rustling noise beside and behind me. From the corner of my eye, I could see Wendy's face, almost at ground level, only two or three feet away, looking up at me.Pretending not to have seen her, I continued my work, adjusting my stance to facilitate a better view of my cock. No choice. So helpless. Was that fear in her eyes? Pain? Lust? All three?After a long minute, Jay grabbed my hand and began pulling me back toward the front of the store to some sort of display. It contained lots of what I first mistook for necklaces, but the words above them took away all of the mystery. Well, not all. Not by a long shot. "Nipple Clamps." How big are your nipples?" he asked cruelly.I looked around to see if anyone had heard. The guy behind the register was certainly close.