I then found Mistress Angel handing me a glass full of reddish fizzy liquid with ice cubes tinkling in it.I looked at her quizzically. "Red Martini an... Lemonade," she mouthed at me. Being a beer man myself who'd never touched anything so effeminate as martini, I suspiciously I took a small sip... it wasn't bad, slightly too sweet for my taste but stronger than I'd have imagined. To be honest, I'd still have preferred my usual pint of John Smith's Bitter but, dressed as I was, I guessed that was. I grabbed his cock with my right hand and guided his cock towards my opening. I used his tip and rubbed it against my clit for a moment before I guided it to my opening and slowly slid down onto him. I could feel every vein and every inch of his cock as I slowly lowered myself further onto him and it was being pushed inside me. I couldn’t help but look at Michael and the facial expressions he was making, and I could tell it was feeling as amazing for him as it was for me without a condom. I leaned in, and that's when my phone rang. I then shut off my phone, and looked back over at you. You almost looked sadder, and I told you to come over. You leaned towards me, and I just held you for a while, feeling guilty for what I tried to do, and deciding whether or not I wanted to try again. After holding you, with your head on my left shoulder with you facing me, I pulled back a little, and tilted my head down. Again, when I saw your face, your eyes were darting all over the place. Then. Somehow I was afraid of opening my eyes, but I became aware that I would have to open my eyes sooner or later. And I did.My heart stopped beating, as a stranger man in dirty leather clothes and black boots stood right there close to the door. His head was covered by a black mask, but I knew he was smiling... "Bingo!... I got a nice looking bitch here…” He said in a deep voice.I knew that yelling and crying for help would be useless. Nobody could hear me from there, inside the bathroom…The man.