I was hoping she’d say that. “I know a bar that makes its own pizza and brews it’s own beer. It’s not far. What do you think?” I suggested. ...��Sounds perfect.” Anne happily agree. We walked to the bar on Boar Lane.The bar had a large selection of cask and keg beers on tap, and is the main reason I wanted to go to Leeds. The building has a glass front looking out onto the busy street with people and busses constantly going passed. We went inside. To one side of the room is a long bar with dozens. Our tongues wrestled and, at last, Lily’s struggle for control was quashed when my hand savagely gripped her hair and pulled her back into the wall. I kissed her hard, forcing her back as our lips moulded perfectly, our tongues dancing in her mouth and our bodies gently grinding. She felt the weight of my hard manhood press into her stomach, bringing a moan from the both of us. The kiss broke. The hunger and passion in our eyes was undeniable; we both knew what had to happen next. My hands took. It was nearing the time for him to be there. Her children were away with family and her husband was at work. She was so excited for this day. It was a long day coming. Then she heard a car pull up, and the door close. There standing at the gate was Peter. Their eyes met as he opened the gate and stepped through. Her heart was beating hard as she set her cup down on the counter and stepped out the door. She was in his arms and held tight. You are beautiful my Kat. He whispered. Dreaming of this. That included stripping at a public dive bar (Lorraine's Lounge), picking up customers, and only months later, beginning an out call service for the area that included Purdue University in W. Lafayette, IN. It had been very easy for my wife to develop contacts within just about all the local fraternities. Those contacts even extended to other areas, like Valparaiso and Indiana University. Contacts led to direct services to any and all fraternities within a multi-hundred mile area. Part of her.