." she stammered, rushing to take his glass from him. "I'll make it over!" she offered."I'll bet you didn't use the Beefeaters," Tim said, his lips su...denly breaking into a smile. "Forget it... might as well go along with what the peasants drink..." he laughed easily, waving her back to her seat.Arlene saw nothing wrong with the taste of the martini, but she was not very accustomed to drinking, and knew that she was no real judge. She had not even noticed what brand of gin she'd used for the. Last week, the rule was we had to be naked, when not on a video call (I made an exception for Mollie’s lingerie). This week, Mollie wasn’t allowed to touch herself without my permission, and I could tell it was taking its toll. She usually masturbated at least twice a day, and I had definitely made it a hard week for her. Today was the last day of this rule, so I made the most of it - getting her just to the brink of orgasm before I left for work, and not letting her come. She texted me all day. "Hullo," he said as Paulette came to the table with bread rolls and butter."Your Magnificence," she said with a little bobbed curtsey."His Magnificence is not here today," said the Emir, "Just another customer. Call him 'sir' if you like."His eyes, she felt, followed her everywhere, and the Maître d' was again watching her. Because it was not the centre of the restaurant, and because she was at her familiar station it was not so bad, but this young man was embarrassingly persistent in trying to. " OK, Charlie, understand."His wife had passed on a few years earlier, and Charlie was trying to find his lost libido with a grass widow he had known for years. I would have bet even money that he was on the verge of getting in her pants, maybe again, and that was why he wanted to close early. 'Why not. The old goat deserves all the fun he can find, ' I thought. I would just deal with the problem myself, or catch Charlie on Tuesday.Shirley was not so charitable. "Damn. I'm bored, and the.