I ask my question - no reply.You frown: I cannot meet your eye.You walk away, I'm in despair,You show no mercy, show no care.But then you turn, and w...th gloved handYou beckon me, and so I standAnd follow you into the darkAnd into something cold and stark.++++++A bed, a room with little light.You blindfold me. Deprived of sightI'm trussed and tied onto the bed.You're wordless, and with nothing said,I wonder what the night will bring,To pay me back for lust's cruel sting.But nimble fingers now. To protect her identity I will give her another name and change the area she worked in. This actually happened to her at a bar she worked at for 2 years. The names are changed to protect the innocent. Terry was a good friend of mine. I believe her as we have been friends since childhood and I have been to the place where she worked a lot. She was 18 at the time. She worked in a crazy large bar and was a shooter girl or shooter bitch as some call it. The bar she worked in could hold 300 plus. “If you are planning to leave early tomorrow, you probably wont see us, my keys are on the key hook in the kitchen. Feel free to get a shower and some breakfast before you head out.”“Thank you, I will. I think I am going to head downstairs and get ready for bed though, I am really tired.” Said Sarah“Do you need any help un-folding the couch?” I asked“Nope, I can figure it out, thank you though” she said as she got out of the hot tub and dried off, then headed downstairs. Becky and I just sat. "My little head has only two brain cells, but they were enough to send my hand between her legs, which she opened easily. She was wet and torrid and had removed her hose and panties. I found her pleasure place and kept moving my finger."Yes, that's what I wanted to feel. Right there. I want to feel it while I play with this hot and hard cock. I have these napkins and I want you to tell me just before you're going to spurt."It's hard to pay attention to her when her hand is making such pleasure.