She still had her own place- a shared flat with 6 people, but most nights and every weekend she'd end up over at his grand, 3 storey manor. He had it...all to himself, even turned a basement room into a dungeon- a place she'd always associate with sharp pain and mind-blowing orgasms. He was rich, a banker - he made more in a day than she did in a week. She was a librarian, literate but poor, especially with all the local services cuts coming. He'd often offered to take care of her, let her. She also talked very nicely and given my intro to her and after all the formalities I asked her about the matter and she said she is free in the next morning. I was very happy and asked about the rate, she said its 2000k for one person. I said it’s too much please reduce as I am a student after long conversations she agreed for 1000k and said don’t tell to your friend, I said ok then I asked for the timing, she said she will come by 9 am. I said ok and gave her my address in morning my friends. Frank had directed me to bed by his movements and kisses. He pressed me gently on the bed. Suddenly I felt a soft cloth around each of my wrists. Then he spread my arms and tied each wrist to a bed post. Not too tight and not too loose - I could still move my arms. Frank raised my pelvis and pulled out my string. He folded his arms around his neck and took a hot strip in front of the large mirror cabinet. Frank had at least in my eyes a crisp body and looked with its middle fifty still bite.. Quite raving mad! I doubt there's anyone in that village could throw a knife with that kind of skill and I don't fancy becoming a human pincushion! I still love you, so don't think I'm about to drop you, darling, but that idea gets the thumbs down without a shadow of doubt."Giles smiled tolerantly. "No, I don't suggest just any alcoholic village idiot with the shakes, my sweet. I love you too much for that! I know a guy who would turn up for an hour or so and he's an ace - literally never.