I walked my way over to the bar swayig my hips saying to myself you are here and doing it and in my best girl voice I ordered a long island iced tea t...e bartender asked if this was my first time here and I sad yes and he said this one was on him smiling at me, I smiled back. Turning to walk I was looking right in the face of a talk semi heavy white man with a mustash he said "how about a dance" I was real nervous not knowing how to react but did say I just got here and got this drink, he told. ." as I handed the towel to him, my eyes swooping over a muscular, yet small body, and naturally coming to rest on his penis.Not extra big, but looking oh-so beautiful, wet and soapy and soft like female skin, but enough strength in it to show he was a Man.He dropped the towel.Well, actually, I think I dropped the towel, but we both bent to retrieve it and collided heads of course. I apologised, as did he, and I ruffled his head to feel any bumps. Then I couldn't help myself; I stripped off my. As I always have a supply of lube and toys at the ready, making a mess with the towels and sheets is a happy result of our meetings.I heard his knock on the door. Right on time. Good boy. Although it's sometimes nice to have an excuse to punish him from the outset. Not to worry. I always discover or invent some transgression on his part that warrants attention. As he enters the room and addresses me as mistress I try not to be too obvious in just how happy I am to see him. I pretend to be firm,. ”Dale was enjoying this. He had threatened to play rough and now he was going to deliver on that threat. He stated, “Yes you will. If you don’t, I’ll just have to put you in jail. They’ll stay here anyway.”“I guess you’ll be taking me to jail then. I don’t want people out here.”Dale laughed gleefully and then said, “I was hoping you’d say that. I’m going to arrange for you to have visitors in the jail. People will be talking to you nonstop the whole time you are there.”Glen knew the Sheriff.