As the wine started to take effect, the laughter got louder, and the innuendos got stronger. Paul was finding it more and more difficult to keep his e...es off Brenda's cleavage.“Hells bells, Bren, those puppies under your blouse are driving me crazy. I can't take my eyes off them’” he blurted out.Brenda gave a slow smile, eased another button undone and said, “they like to be looked at.”She smiled at the look on his face, like a rabbit caught in the headlights, he just stared. Then reaching. She claimed to enjoy being spanked with various implements and she wanted someone who was up to that. I had briefly experimented with that once as both a top and bottom and I was eager to try it again.Beyond that, I only knew that she lived somewhere in Suffolk County on Long Island. That was another downside because she was a long way from where I was in New York City. Miriam did send back some desultory messages but she told me almost nothing about herself and in turn, asked almost nothing. He had a disease just like an alcoholic except, he craved the high he got from winning a bet instead of the oblivion that getting drunk brought. Like most compulsive gamblers, George wasn't very good at it. He constantly lost and then he would take long shots to try to get even. Of course, he never did. Every once in awhile, George would hit a good number or pick the right horse but he soon threw the winnings away. When you gamble like George did, you also lose jobs and families. George had. Amazed at his audacity and noting the “they” she changed as asked, then stood for him to fit the cuffs and collar, before together they descended to the front desk, where he made her wait while a taxi arrived, for some reason the waiter from dinner perhaps suspecting a wind up, found some excuse to visit the desk eyeing her with piercing eyes, missing nothing especially the collar and the cuffs his jaw slowly dropping. The taxi arrived and they were soon on their way to another adventure, her.