In the Weinstube his conversation had been just acontinuation of the conversation from lunch. Nice, chatty, buta bit impersonal. In the bar the topics...changed, becamepersonal, more familiar. Little by little, Marianne revealedmore and more of her innermost thoughts and feelings. Maybe itwas the cocktail that loosened her tongue, but maybe Roland'smanner also tempted her to be more and more forthcoming. Rolandwas a good listener. He seldom interrupted her, he encouragedher only to speak more. Do you understand and submit to our requirements and our every desire?"Both nodded.The two were then led by the hand and forced to kneel. Ingrid went first; she moved up close to Fiona and forced her freshly shaven, fat bulging mound into her face. Fiona nervously kissed her just above her clit. Camera in one hand Ingrid zoomed into her face and then with her other hand she spread her lips wide and forced her gaping hole onto the girl’s lips."Kiss her properly, use your tongue." Said. " Really?" Yes, Jill, really. It was the most wonderful experience I've ever had." I liked it, too." I'm glad. Let's go to sleep."She snuggled a little closer. "OK."I was just about asleep when I heard "Jack?" Uhhmm." I'm not sleepy." Well, just lie there for a while." I want to try doggie." I think he's in the kitchen."She giggled. "Not Bozo, Silly. Doggie style." What are you talking about?" You know, doggie style. I get down on all fours and you do me from behind." Where did you ever hear. I had to get back to the office but as I left the café and for the rest of that day, the image of this beautiful woman stayed in my mind. I don’t know why I noticed her voice, quiet though it was, over the general din of the café that day but I am either romantic or cynical enough to believe in fate. Next day I arrived at the café a little early but she wasn’t there. I stayed for an hour, had lunch and two cups of coffee; the second of which was flavoured with butterscotch. I liked.