And boy did he like to mess around with straight guys. We became good friends over the years working together. He would constantly hit on me and want ...o hook up and I always declined and just accepted the compliment.Well about a year after I left that place of work I had made my way back for an event and I had been drinking heavily all day and he was working and after the event we decided to go to a bar to catch up since I had left there. My fiancé at the time was out of town for a few weeks. The innuendo’s are now getting really obvious now. Remember we are at a family gathering in broad daylight… Next thing you know our lips meet, Oh my God, this really shouldn’t be happening, she snuggles into me, soft waist held close, I can feel myself get hard. I can’t stop as our lips refuse to disengage. Our tongues chasing each other, breathing in our closeness, relishing the danger of being caught. Her hands are just as wild, groping, feeling, holding close. She is panting, matching my. But I heardthe digital phone camera click. I am not sure I can truthfully say thatI would have removed the ponytail even if my wrists were not restrained.Why? Either because a photograph of Leah and I looking at each other wasnow out there in cyberspace or because I knew I would not be able toprevent them putting it back again if I tried to remove it or because Ifelt I had better play along with their little game as I did not wantthem calling me a spoilsport.Leah showed me the picture on her. She wasn’t the center of attention which she was glad for. She didn’t think she could handle all of them flirting with her.It was innocent enough at first, and she gave as good as she got. But when they started to touch her she started to feel on edge. They’d poke at her legs and arms first, put their hands on her shoulders or shake her around like they were trying to scare or just annoy her. She could feel a tingling in her stomach and her heart rate rising.She was surprised when her anxieties.