So when I was told to sell my products at a loss or hand over some of my potion recipes I said no. The problem was there had been waiting for someone ...o say no, they wanted to make an example of someone. They didn't just rough me up, they stripped me naked, lashed me and then hung me outside my shop. Not enough to kill me mind you, they kept healing me as people watched as I hung naked, bloodied, and humiliated. They made me watch as they took everything from me, and then as dusk fell then. It was from a girl who called herself Miss Jane. She didn’t offer to come over and have sex with me, which was quite a shame because she is truly gorgeous. What she did was suggest that in order to deal with the dream perhaps the best thing to do would be to live the fantasy. She pointed out that it might or might not work, but that I could look forward to an interesting experience. We traded emails for a while and she eventually agreed to meet me for a drink in a bar in Toronto. I put on one. It tasted lovely but I was getting impatient on what he had planned. He wouldn't say but smiled, took my hand and led me to a private room.Inside the room was a huge bed, much bigger than the one I have at home. This was a bed for one purpose and one purpose only. The room itself was lovely but I failed to take any real details in as sitting on the bed was not one, not two, three or four but five suited young men - all of them looked to be around Jon's age and had the same muscular physique he. ‘Come on then what are we waiting for?’ Frankie replied standing up and grabbing his head.As they walked out of the coffee shop, Bob held his hand aloft as he flagged a passing black cab, the black cab stopped and he practically dragged Frankie inside, indicating to the driver where they were going and clicking the privacy screen in place he pulled Frankie into his arms as his mouth met hers their tongues flicking against each other, his hand up her skirt ‘fuck you are not wearing my trophy,.