The bar was empty expect for a large chubby black man pounding wine coolers. I found myself confused and a little angry with James, but I went over ...o take their order. James brought what I assumed was his partner, another very dashing man in his 40's, with a burly build, tall, and masculine. I walked up and casually asked for their orders. I looked at James very intensely, but he only ignored me. I dropped off the drinks while they talked, not even looking at me. In defiant despair, I. More whispers.His friend shot upright and looked straight at my boob, I turned and looked very indignant at him and put my arm down. I nudged dad, whispered to him that I thought it was about time to leave, he looked over at the lad, shook his head at him and we stood and walked in the opposite direction.Big arguments behind us from the lads.“You know dad, my fanny’s so wet at doing all this, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if there’s a dark patch on my huggers right now.”We both giggled as. Your elbows were pulled together behind the pole and tied touchingeach other. Some more ropes were used and wrapped around your upper body,right and above and below you upper body. Some additional ropes boundyour upper legs, knees and belly strictly to the pole. The ropes wereadded so tightly that you really felt attached to the pole and you andthe pole were becoming one. To complete your bondage they even liftedyour feet of the ground, pulled your knees up and attached your ankles toyour. .. he licked his lips greedily at the thought. Perhaps he would telephone one of his new contacts in Istanbul and make arrangements to sell them the girl when he was finished, but he would see about that. First he wanted to be sure of getting what he wanted. He still hadn't forgotten his mistake with Nisli and Madame Afet months ago when the American girl had been there.He removed from his street clothes the tiny chunk of oily hashish he had bought that morning from a gypsy, and put it into his.