I will meet you at the bar." She pecked his cheek then left with a pleased smile. He watched Jessie as be walked away, her long dark hair, pin like le...s that came down from under short floral cocktail dress.The bar room was oak panelled and had a real Victorian authenticity to it. The lights were dull as if they still had gas lamps. Don glanced around and thought the patrons, a mixture of drunkards and down n' outs, we're almost as old and building itself. It was a little too rough for his. Looking down at the fans as he passed them in the street. The same fans who now own his body. All of it. Forever.He remembers the team kit, the camaraderie with his team mates. The feeling of being a pampered star and an idol to the fans. How he yearns for a return to such freedom, as he stands stark naked, his abused arse twitching as it is free from its plug until this evening. Forbidden to speak, now owned property and the property of his club.Slave number 3 used to be called Tommy. . “Now what's that supposed to mean?” I dirtily grinned at him, and shot back, “You have no idea, what bananas are good for other than to be eaten, do you?” His eyes told volumes about the pictures he had in his head. He swallowed down his slobber before it came drooling out of his mouth. I decided to tease him some more: “Did you know, Mr. Jordan, that freshly fucked bananas taste best?” I could see these words had the desired effect of turning him on. “It appears to me, Ms Page, that you truly. Ich erwiderte den Wunsch und kostete mein eigenesEssen. Es schmeckte uns beiden gut und als wir das Essen beendet hatten,sagte sie zu mir, "Jetzt muss ich dich leider verlassen. Denk bittedaran, was du mir versprochen hast. Dass n?chste Weekend ist unseres."Ich entgegnete ihr nur noch "Ja, versprochen" und dann h?rte ich nur nochdas Schlie?en meiner Wohnungst?r. So langsam musste ich meine Termine aufeinen Kalender aufschreiben, sonst w?rde einiges schief gehen. Vor allenDingen musste ich die.