”Rhonda pushed my hair back behind my ear. Now, I don’t know about you but when a woman does that to me I tend to go a bit sticky in the knickers....Call me a slut but I am absolutely the opposite of immune (whatever that may be) to what I call the possessive gesture. Vulnerable? Anyway, I tried to pull myself together.She smiled. “I forgive you. Forgive me?” There was something in her face, her eyes, the tilt of her head that made it seem genuine.“Why were you so vile to me in. The photo was in tones or rich yet subdued blues, and the spot area was in full, bright color.Scott remembered that the technique had been employed to dramatize a line of sporting goods, an auto air conditioner, and even stereo components in a living room. The more he thought about, the more he was certain it would work.The problem was that he'd never be able to explain it to Harry Halliday. Harry would have to see it to understand and appreciate it. The beautiful point was that the blue. I decided to walk down and grab a burger and beer. I sat towards the end bar where there was an older man drinking a beer by himself. We started talking about baseball and before long we were talking about all sorts of stuff. I told him that I was surprised that a gay athlete came out. I normally don't let many people know Im bi, but I guess the beer and the fact that I was out of town I let my guard down and said there is no way I could do that if I was playing pro sports. He said so you are. I composed myself and followed him to the car. I barely touched my dinner. He had made reservations at my favorite Italian restaurant, and was polite, witty, and so sweet to me. You could tell he was trying to make this a perfect night. All I could think about was how much I wanted to be humiliated and fucked up. The pressure from the plug in my ass, and the cold leather chair against my bare ass and pussy kept my mind in the gutter through the entire meal.As we walked to the car, he asked.