Gently and softly at first, our lips barely touching, the heat and tension between us rising, the pressure building from within and between us. Then I...felt his tongue in my mouth. Hot, sweet, full of darting energy, probing and powerful. As his tongue began to communicate his hunger and sexual need, he began to stroke and squeeze my arse, and sc****d his finger nails across my thighs. I broke away and purred with pleasure. ‘You are a sexy young thing’ he said as I writhed on his lap, trying to. “No.” He told her with a smile. “A soak in a hot bath and a lie down in a soft bed.”She noted that he only said two things. She didn’t need to ask what the third thing was.“Pete did say I could take a bath here if it was okay with you.” He told her, putting her on the spot again.Beth was still reeling from the fact that Pete had actually sent him to have sex with her. She didn’t want to. Well she did want sex; she was desperate for it. It had been three months now; three months of fingers and. She entered the cubicle only to realise there was no lock on the door.probley to stop people doing d**gs inside.but this didnt deter her and she did the line anyway.just as she did the line through the now very used fiver the door was thrust open and there stood one of the bouncers that usualy stands outside.he grabbed her by the arm knocking her precius contrtaband to the floor and walked her out of the toilet heading towards what jess thought was the front door but she was lead past the door. She hadn't taken a lover since college. In her position, even a touch of scandal could destroy her. She had occasionally been referred to as the Ice Queen by a disgruntled wannabe lover but better that than a whore or a slut. In politics the game was as much about destroying the other guy as it was about doing anything for the people. Now here she was, tied to a cross, to be abused by a complete stranger. What the hell was wrong with her? Why had she put herself in this place? The fault.