Not that I would get to see much; I'd stay unobtrusively on the sofa in my little dark corner out of the way.A noisy discussion followed the announcem...nt of the striptease acts, some shrieked gleefully at the idea of one of the guys coming to bare all before us. The room positively buzzed at the audacity of the idea and when everyone was asked to raise a hand in favour of the proposal, there was an immediate show of hands. I felt little inclination to offer my objection when the time came,. In addition to the staff there was still the party at Madame Courvelle’s table. There were also two prominent local vintners who Yvette knew vaguely; there were Madame and Monsieur Deluz who owned the Hotel du Ville; Monsieur D’arles who ran the patisserie on the square in conversation with the local postmaster and Madame Montagnon, a fabulously wealthy divorcee, who owned a huge property outside the village, accompanied by a younger gentleman who was reputed to be her toy boy if local rumour. While everyone was laughing at Ron’s joke, she was on the verge of an orgasm until they all turned to Dot waiting for her story. She was blushing. Becky said, “Dot, are you alright? Your face is all flushed.”Dot caught her breath and said, “I’m alright, Becky. Maybe I had too much to drink. Look, I can’t think of anything to say because I’m still a virgin. Everyone laughed again agreeing that Dot told the best one.Climbing into bed that night, Dot turned to Ron and said, “Gosh, they are really. I looked up and saw Trapped watching the screen with big eyes. She had never seen my crotch. It was always hidden by my desk but this time I was in an more awkward position. I smiled and she licked her lips. Then she smiled back."How can I help you, my dear Trapped?"She struggled in her bonds."Where are you?"She felt still. She realized I didn't know where she was. Or at least she didn't know I knew. Being bound she couldn't get to the keyboard to type in the address.I didn't know I loved.