And your woman is strong, she does what’s needed, she doesn’t back down. ‘That’s the only two songs they have, apparently. When people get bor...d of them, someone just remixes one of them and re-releases it.’ That earned a smile. ‘Where are my manners? I’m Bobby. What’s your name?’ The girl hesitated. For a moment, I thought she would leap from the table and flee. ‘It’s fine. Look, just tell me your real name and then maybe we can help you come up with your new nickname.’ ‘Daniella.’ She looked. His own cred-ring bumped mine and he glanced at the readout."Very good, Sir," he said raising his eyebrows. "That certainly makes a difference. Your table will be ready shortly."Eve was giggling when I walked back to her. "What?" That was about as smooth as I've ever seen," she said with a smile. I hadn't seen her smile, really smile, very often but it was pretty devastating when she did."Oh, you saw that?" I asked sheepishly."Seen it plenty of times," she waved her hand dismissively. "You. "She's jealous," she said."Of what? I asked."I told her I'd screw you before she did," she said."Does Amanda want to do it with me?" I asked. Amanda was aloof towards me at best, but she has a sweet ass, and that mop of unruly curly brown hair . . . it was hard to believe she was still a virgin. She was a gorgeous little hippy chick."Oh yeah," she said."She doesn't act like she does," I said. "Are you sure?" She told me all about her first time with you," she said. "She said she's going to. ’ Moving with her to the bed you fasten the cuffs to the short chains on each post. You admire your slave, lying spread eagle, her arms and legs pulled taunt over the sizeable bed. You move to the chest of toys, her eyes glued to the ceiling, she wishes she knew what you were planning. You return to her and sensually slide the silky black blindfold over her eyes. You move back to the chest, all she can do is listen to you rumbling and rummaging around, gathering the necessary equipment for your.