With that body. Oh boy, I was feeling that fuzzy-sweaty feeling of lust crawling down my spine and heading into dangerous territory again!I was sort ...f trapped momentarily, I couldn't stand up until my cock was socially acceptable again and I couldn't help staring at her. So I just smiled and raised my glass to her quite subtly but she fluttered one eyelid at me and it was obvious we'd connected.She handed some Baht over the bar, stood up, pulled her tight dress down and turned around walking. My name is Mistress Susan," she told us sweetly. "As the proprietor, I wish to extend a special thank-you for attending today as our guests of honor. Each and every one of you should be quite proud, as few are fortunate enough to be selected for this event." All I could think was, 'Boy, what a bitch!' Mistress Susan was a classic personification of the `better than thou' attitude, so prevalent to the women of Genesis. Mistress Susan continued her condescending speech. "I ask of each and. A tentative scratching at the back door, like someone trying to fit the key hole in an unfamiliar door. The noise stopped a moment. Then there was the unmistakable sound of the door handle being turned and the shudder of the door frame as the door was opened.The house was unusually empty. Steve and John, my flatmates, were at some sports event for the weekend. Kim, my girlfriend had said she would come around, but had not turned up so far. Usually when Steve and John came back at this time on a. I remember once discussing our sex lives on a night out with the girls, when Tash was complaining about sex with her boyfriend. They’d gotten all cuddly, she complained, when sometimes (and I quote) “a girl wants to be trussed up and banged like a whore”. At that time I was a little shocked at her, but now I do understand what she meant, even if I would probably have described it a more eloquent way. At this point Ben is now some ten minutes late. As ten minutes is nothing, and as I spent two.