I sat down and slipped my feet into eachshoe before I buckled the straps before standing up and tottering towardsAmber.I must have looked appropriatel... delicate and feminine because neitherAmber nor Steve said anything before Amber guided Steve to my right:"Steve, you don't mind do you? Come and put your arm round Nasrullahlike you own her."I am sure Steve deliberately brushed his hand against my outer thighbefore resting it on my hips, as he did it sent frissons through my bodyand I shuddered. She really seemed pleased to be meeting an old friend on mine. She didn't seem to mind that we wouldn't have our Saturday evening date, but that she would come to lunch on both Saturday and Sunday. I covered Saturday evening as just a boy's night out, in fact she told me of a pub that she'd heard of in Sheepen that had strippers and a comic, I didn't like to tell her that I knew it well.I met TJ at the station. I was shocked at just how he looked. He had let himself go to seed, and certainly. (Sweats and boxer shorts, a deadlycombination.)Anyway, I had an experience, which I really enjoyedlast time I was in Amsterdam (I like to travel). I havea friend whose name is Heldga who goes to school herein the U.S. She’s Dutch, however she speaks Englishwell enough to attend college.Well, she’s just a friend and all, but we are close. Nosex, mind you, but there have been various “occasions”that have proven interesting. One of them was at herapartment, when she had. "Bitte, Herrin, bitte!" flehte sie."Was denn, meine Kleine?" Lass mich frei. Ich tu alles, was du willst."Die Herrin lachte und hielt in ihren Bewegungen inne."Das musst du in jedem Fall. Es geht nur um die Bezahlung." Bezahlung?" fragte Christa mit schwacher Stimme.Auf einmal hielt Christiane den Bambusstock in der Hand. "Sieben Schl?ge daf?r, dass ich dich freilasse, okay?" Warum gerade sieben?"Sie war auf zwanzig Schl?ge gefasst gewesen."Die restlichen dreizehn erlasse ich dir, wenn du.