After a few minutes a well dressed gentleman walked into the bar. She looked up at him and knew instantly this was the man she was due to meet.He went...over to her and held out his hand and said, ‘It’s Alyson and Graham, isn’t it, I’m your Master.’‘Now come with me, we can’t possibly sit there,’ he said.They got up and followed him towards a quiet corner. ‘Sit there,’ he said, pointing to the couch with her back to the wall with a table in front of her. ‘You need to be facing into the room as. It sucked. It was cliché. But what she wanted to do was look around Seattle after the sun had set and the real denizens of the city came out to play and find them doing whatever they did. Megan didn’t know what she was going to find, but she was looking for it.Her camera was going to tell their story. Yeah, Megan had a real camera. Not some cybereye enhancement that anyone could have implanted for like a couple thousand nuyen: this was a real camera, one that had to have film inserted in it.. "Sir Adrian would indeed be available for you Sir and has in fact been anxiously expecting your arrival. He's over at the member's bar in the blue game room awaiting you." And he was. That alone was more than disturbing and already I was having more second thoughts about being here. I needed to be able to act ... but to do so I first needed information that probably only Sir Adrian could provide. I needed him ... and it was only now vaguely occurring to me that Sir Adrian might just need me now. I could hear thezip of heavily paneled white spandex material at the uppermost of mythighs and feel the pressure the garment exerted to keep my 'mound'tightly tucked. Another fifteen minutes passed and I was gasping in pain with eachmincing step as I was forced to continue wiggling along. My feet and backached and my tightly girdled crotch ached for release and still I wasforced to continue on. "Do you feel feminine now? Do you feel feminine now Timmy?" Madge askedas she came near once again.