The bow is still in my handbag, the one my Mistress had tied around the packet with the dress, next to the letter with the short but precise instructi...ns - not more than the time, the address and the short sentese "Wear this, nothing else, go to the personell and ask for lesbian bondage magazines."My stomach rolls into a knot as I recall those instructions, but I have promised to follow them unconditionally so I resist the urge to turn on my heels and flee back into the anonymity of the dark. We would still turn up as the restaurant opened at eight o’clock and didn’t, because of this hour, have to book in advance, though if you wanted to eat later, then a booking was necessary. Because of the ambience of the place, we still stayed and had a coffee and brandy, outside in the courtyard, because of John and myself wanting a cigarette after such a wonderful meal. Mind you, it was still coffee and brandy when we got back to our house, all feeling relaxed but charged up with what would. " I said trying to act like I knew what I was talking about even though I had never fucked a woman. "Okay, I good, I am in, here is my two, Mark you got two more?" "Oh yea I do, but this is for a real fuck, not finger banging, I can't believe you got that far." Mark said as Paul's older sister, Lena, walked in. "Is this a bet, I want in. What is the bet?" "We bet noobie here that he could just walk into the kitchen and fuck Abby and he claims he will be back in the morning to win the bet." Mark. Back at the breakfast at the Chicago Inn, before he and Vicky had shown up, Aaron had been teasing Sonja a little and suggested that with her Middle-Eastern heritage, if she did the food she'd be likely to show up with roast goat shish kebabs. "Hey, that's good," she wisecracked right back. "Especially if I use my grandmother's special sauce." Aaron had tried to shrug it off, but a few minutes later when it was revealed that Mike and Liz raised goats on their hobby farm and had all the meat.