She had agreed, what other choice did she have after all?She was a little surprised when the first cock slid through the hole in the wall. It just kin... of hung there, waiting. She froze like a frightened animal. After all it had been awhile since she had seen a cock in the flesh as it were. She and her husband where kind of on the outs at the moment and it was her sexual frustration that had driven her into this store in the first place. Remembering her deal she dropped into the chair that was. Well, do I have any slaves walking me home tonight?” They both gulp, look at each other, and nod yes. Smiling, I say, “How long before you both finish for the night?”Gregor swallows, and says, “In thirty minutes.”I reply, “Good, get me before you leave the floor, and I will help you get changed while you beg to be my slaves.” They both nod yes. I continue, “You may choose who gets to bring me my next drink.” Turning, I go back to my table, and sit down. Soon after that Olav brings me a new. I haven’t seen you in so long…” He wrapped his arms around my waist and I thought I would melt right there. I had never been the type of girl to ask a man to hold me, but god knows that’s all it took and I was a goner. I smiled as more memories came back to me, us in his beautiful mustang before we just fell apart, down by the lake swimming… suitless. He must have had my same train of thought, “I wonder if that lake is still open?” He was asking me a question but I was in a dream land, he was. It was spring in the south of France, I was staying outside of Marseille for a short break to get some sun after a long cold grey winter in London.I had arrived that morning and checked into my hotel, my room overlooked the harbour the view was amazing, I had a good feeling about the week ahead and hopped to take in all the sights and maybe meet a beautiful women to show me her sights as well.I unpacked and decided that a walk around the harbour might be a good start, as from my window I could.