Maybe she did. Maybe I was being that obvious.I pulled at my handbag and coat and was about to make a move when the barman appeared in my periphery vi...ion; walking towards me, sporting a passionate smile like he was going to offer me something I couldn’t refuse.He nodded his head, bent down to my level and handed me a piece of paper and explained that I was to write my mobile number on it. I asked him what for, and he explained it was for Rosetta, at the bar. I looked at him and then around him. She nodded toward it and Iunderstood. Resuming my bent over posture, I sucked and lapped up thecoffee that had come from the bottoms of their mugs. When I got a fainttaste of Moira's cinnamon it made my heart pitter-patter.My bride told me, "Time to get you dressed."That made me feel better. I followed her to another bedroom. My reliefwas short-lived. She began producing items from a dresser and I wasdistressed by what I saw. First there was a big, floppy red beret. Thatwas followed by a. I'm sure you'll love it. It's a real turn on." I thought we had an agreement", I said simply.She realised where all this was heading. Lightly touching her breasts with the back of my hand I went on "I suppose you've earned your first taste of leather on your pretty bottom. There's no time like the present."She pulled a face, but clearly had no intention of disagreeing. Taking her by the hand I started leading her out into the hallway. "Go into the bedroom, pull down your knickers, and kneel on. It had required a work of the heart to renovate the run down cottage to their demanding satisfaction, but both she and Allen refused any kind of curtain that would block the power of their view. The sunrise display of yellows and pinks diffused across the sky, but her exhausted brain refused to enjoy the gift given to her eyes. The expensively decorated room led to a huge master bath and an elegant combination of tile and granite, but hours of careful design choice were a long distant past..