.. I... I want to talk about our relationship." So! Talk?" It'd be better if I could see you face to face." Would it? For who?" Me." Okay, then," she ...eplied, after a long pause, "where do you want to meet?"Jake suggested a small café not far from where he worked. She agreed, providing he shout her lunch.Sharmila seemed distant and reticent. Again she insisted he find someone else to be his agent and told him she'd send a bill for the time she'd already spent. There was no fun, no sparkle. She. Never had I seen her dressed so sexily. I should I guess describe her for you, she is 5ft 6in tall, very pert 36D breasts, legs to die for, slim, a size 10UK, with long blonde hair which she has down at home but puts up for work. She had on clothes I had never seen before, a black see through blouse, obviously no bra, and a very short mini skirt, I was sure she would have trouble sitting down, and ‘fuck me’ heels, at least 5” in black patent. I must have been. The women stopped walking and Patricia looked around. She was standing in front of a metal door. One of the women produced a key and they opened the lock, pushed the door open, and led Patricia inside. The room was empty except for a single pole about three feet high that was topped with a leather cushion. On the floor in front of the pole were two steel rings embedded into the floor. A rope hung from the ceiling and ended a few feet above the rings. There was also a metal pole hanging from the. When she opens the door, she half way hiding behind the door. She is wearing a t-shirt, showing off her big tits and short. She acting as if I was a stranger, asking, "could I help you?" Before she can react, I reach out, grab a hand full of hair, step in and force her into the door causing it to shut. She fights for a moment but I pin her chest into the door as I hold her head by the hair and lean into her. Close to her ear I tell her, "I have been watching you and I'm here to have my way with.