"Honey, what's your job out here?" I don't have one. I'm here to make sure you remember me when all those sluts with their new 24-year-old bodies come...up here looking for husbands. Officially, if anyone asks, it's a fact-finding junket. I need to know what-all you people are doing up here so I can send you who you really need instead of who we think you need."Hmmmm... "Oh. Well, in that case, I need to give you a tour of the facilities so you know what-all we are doing. You'll have to stay by. "Tell me, what sick satisfaction does this give you?" I asked him."Satisfaction? I haven't gotten any out of you... yet. So what, do youwant another beating?" he asked as he gave me a shove."I don't want to fight you, but I will if you make me," I told him,never breaking eye contact.He held up his tough bully exterior, but in his eyes that towered sofar over me I could see something new, fear. He knew I had changedsince last we met and didn't know what to expect."Tough talk, shrimp," he said,. I tried to think of ways I could get out of this.Thought tumbled and flashed but no escape was obvious the more I thought,the more I realized I was completely trapped in this web of deceit. Sharp was close up behind me,his thick fingers pinching my nipples and I could feel his penis preeing up against my buttock hard. I had been with Dave all my life with no other boyfriends and had lost my virginity to him on our wedding night.Sex had not turned out to be the fantastic dreamy expectation I had. He bit the bullet and mailed back to his contacts to say he'd be at the venue.His mind was buzzing as he drove to the pub. He was a bag of nerves as he parked the car and walked in. He would case the joint first in order to get a feel of what he was in for; if the place was full of small beady-eyed men in plastic macs, he was off. He ordered a pint and a buxom woman behind the bar smiled at him as she pulled the pint for him. There were more women than men in the seated areas and he did not see.