.. "Bruce sat down next to me. I was hoping he didn't turn me into the principal as the girl perv of ninth grade. I glanced over. No bump in his pant... today. No smile. He just stared at his book for most of the period. He barely looked at me. I thought I had really blown it with him. He hardly talked to me even though I saw him a few more times that day. I wondered if he had even read the note. I was starting to feel really weird and depressed about the whole thing.I was on the bus home... I. That was all I needed to turn sharply towards the lounge and push open the doors. I pushed in, feeling like Clint Eastwood kicking open the doors of a Colorado saloon. There was a strut to my gait when I approached the bar; confident, without being cocky. It was quite an act. “I’ll take a whisky from you, sir. Single malt Scotch, if you have it. ” Almost casually, while the bartender reached for a glass, I scanned the room. Posters hung on the walls, surrounding the place, advertising a heavy. More movement on the bed. Whispers that I couldn’t make out. A finger touched my butt hole. It felt wet, slippery even. It pushed slowly inside me just a little. I pulled on my restraints, asking, “What are you doing?”“Do you want to use the safe word?” the lady said into my ear.I didn’t. Not yet anyway. But I wasn’t sure I liked where this was going. The finger pulled out some before pushing inside my ass further.“What are you going to do?!”“It’s okay, sweetheart. We’re not going to hurt you.. " "Not much to look at am I, what took you an hour?" "Don't be like that, I love watching you and feeling how close we are, I can live a very different life because I know you're always there to look after me, you know." "I know, I was watching you this morning feeling exactly the same way." "So there you are. Tony's fine, he wasn't at the shop so we went round to the house. There's a small army in there cleaning up, I wonder how many times he holds a party like that. I suppose he.