In the restroom, Paul took his Viagra. When he returned to the table, only Debbie was there. Debbie said, “Jill likes you. I think when we get home ...'ll look after Jo. Spend the night with her. She is very nervous as she has never had a man before. She has had a lot of women.”They walked home. Paul cupped Jill’s breast and played with her nipple. Jill said, “This is a big step for me. I have wanted this since I was a teenager but never found a man that I wanted to do it with. Paul, I want to do. “I really want to kiss you …even if you are to hate me for that…just one kiss” It was more than she could resist. Her hesitation was less than half a second. She said:” Just …just promise you will stop when I ask you” A shiver went through my spine and all over me. They were now standing close to the wall, their bodies closing on each other. He was touching her throat with his fingers while caressing her arm with the other hand. She closed her eyes and he bent over her and brushed over her. Alan strode by, telling the man to stop where he was. The man went to his phone. Alan found Fisher’s car and stood beside it. Thomas Fisher came out of a doorway opposite followed by Laura. Alan ignored him. He pointed at Laura. ‘Get into my car, it’s over there.’ He grabbed her arm and dragged her along. Thomas tried to hold onto her and the valet ran across to help him. ‘Mr. Taylor please, Alan, let me explain.’ ‘Let her go, Fisher. You keep out of this for now. I’ll be dealing with you. Suddenly, you find yourself going to work everyday wearing stockings or pantyhose, together with a permanently locked heavy steel chastity belt under your power suit. You try to maintain your familiar confident and assertive personality at work. But you know you are no longer the man you once thought you were. The stockings or pantyhose, and the ever frustrating steel chastity belt leave you feeling self-conscious of the emasculated sissy faggot that lurks beneath the masculine facade. You know.