She swung the door open and greeted Andy with a smile. Hi Andy! Hes not here at the moment, and he wont be back for a little while yet. Thats ok Jenny... but I kind of needed to see him. Any chance I could come in and wait? Sure, sweetie, come on in and sit down. Ill put the kettle on. Andy walked through to the lounge whilst Jennifer went into the kitchen. Whilst the kettle boiled she added the coffee to the cups, four sugars for Andy as usual, black with no milk for her own. With the coffee. Not a sound or a sight of her all day. I am beginning to worry that I went too far last night, she is gone. I spend the entire day alone, for the first time since I have been here I am awake and can not fall asleep. I get rather thirsty and still she is nowhere around. Just as the sun is about to set she is at my bedside as if she just appears there. She leans over close to my ear and whispers, "Joes come soon," she kisses me and disappears into the dark. In less than 10 minutes I can hear. We all go through it (unless you're superhot of course).I'm the boy next door type. People say I don't look my age (I’m mid-thirties) as I'm very youthful, so much so that if I dressed differently I could even be mistaken for a late teen or young twenties guy - you'd walk past me and probably never take any notice, although you may acknowledge that I’m handsome I suppose (well...girls have convincingly told me this). Slim, white, polite…sure they’re ten a penny as we would say in the UK but I. As he tucks his dick back inside his trousers you are left kneeling helplessly and vulnerable, there before him; your hands still bound behind you.You are aware of others in the bar - gay men; cross dresserss; a few curious groups of straight females - all focused on you. It’s humiliating but intensely arousing.Suddenly he placed his hands under you arms and pulls you to your feet. Your hands still immobilized behind you, he resumes caressing your pantyhose covered thighs and your swelling.