On the patio, Dave has the lounger out so he can enjoy seeing me run. He is topless with just a pair of shorts. He sits up as I gain his full attentio.... He whistles! Putting a leg on the lounger I seductively peel one stocking off. His shorts tent! I knew he could resists a grope. “If you want me to do the run you will have lie back and let me do it.” He didn’t stop. I knew he wouldn’t. “Right your last chance. Hands by your sides.” Dave laughingly does. Hastily I click handcuffs on his wrist. I’m stunned to meet a real TV personality.”Dave bowed slightly and said, “I’m really nothing special. I’m still surprised that the video company wanted to do something with the Circle, and even more surprised that it’s continued for over two years. One of the last episodes of the season they just finished filming was my leaving on this trip.”Dan laughed, “You’re the centerpiece of that show because you live a life that is pure fantasy for almost every male in the country, and probably many. My creamy deposits would cool from molten lines of melted steel into the hardened stiffness of newly-formed puddles of guilty carnal lust. Her visual twin, Miss Yomiko number one would lick that residue with her pointed sensuous pink tongue down into her stone flat tummy with the adroitness of a full-fledged nymphet and I would kiss her spunk stained lips with my ardent desire.They both were highly skilled with the use of their lovely lips to stiffen my resolve from a state of semi-hardness. I’d pulled out all the stops for my visit to the pub where I’d met him two days ago. My basic black cocktail dress stopped four inches above my knees, legs clad in dangerous thigh-high black stockings atop my patent black, five-inch heels. I’d plucked and painted ever so delicately, and my hair was a dark riot of full, shining curls. The dress showed a modest amount of cleavage, enough to draw Edward’s attention right away. The silver, two-inch hoops, dangling from my lobes, set off the whole.