She had experience of picking up strange men. She liked the uncertainty and to some extent, the risk and the danger but the circumstances were now ve...y different. “I will not let anyone harm you if that’s what you’re worried about,” she said reflecting on her own thoughts. “I would never let anyone hurt you.”“Thank you.” The worry lines creasing S’s face eased slightly. “But if you did invite someone back it would probably be a man. Am I going to get fucked?”It was one of those moments. This was going too perfectly. There had to be acatch. Still, I excitedly took in every word he said and just tried toavoid breaking down in tears of joy through the course of the meal. Itwasn't easy, but I managed to do this while smiling like an idiot thewhole way through.By the time we had finished the meal, I was set to direct my firstHollywood picture (after years of toiling away in the independentrealm,) and we'd gotten off the subject of movies, as he went on aboutanything from his. I snagged her phone number, planning a rendezvous for later that afternoon. At about 2:30 PM, I called and she said that she was home alone and free for the afternoon. She gave me directions to her apartment and told me to bring a pint of whiskey. Here I went, Jim Bean, brown-bagged, in hand, to her apartment, which was a glorified dorm room on campus. I hadn't ever seen her before and this was in the day before Facebook, so I was somewhat nervous about what would answer the door. I figured. He reached into the drawer and got the leather cuffs and tossed the pillows from the bed. Gently, tenderly, silently, he fitted the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and then clipped them to the chains hidden under the corners of the bed. She whimpered again, though she knew it was useless, and dreaded the long teasing she knew was coming.He began by trailing his fingers lightly up her legs from ankle to thigh, outside and inside, always stopping just short of her exposed and dripping pussy. Over.