She looked at me and said “So what do you do after work?” I said “ Usually go over to the restaurant next door, get some breakfast then come bac... here and go to sleep>” She looked kind of thoughtful for a moment and said The first part sounds good, but you sleep here?” I said “No not here, as a bar manager I have an apartment attached to the bar. It is convenient, and I don’t have to go too far if I drink to much on my day off.” “Oh” was her only comment. I asked her if she wanted to get some. I feel clamps applied around my legs and collar around my neck. Click. Click. Click. I can't move my legs without my head moving towards my groin. I panic and the pain grows. Samantha is now naked and kneeling on the table by my raised bottom and gaping butthole. The photographer hands her big black dildo attached to some leather straps."What are you going to do with that?" My eyes are popping out of my head. It's thicker and longer than my white cock. I watch terrified but resigned to my fate.. . I feel... God, I am so horny right now! I want to fuck someone!" she said, loud enough the whole room heard her.Mr. Wilcox was the closest (and most good-looking) man in the room and Lydia turned to him."Fuck me, Tony! Fuck me now! I need you!" she said. She took off her bra and exposed her ample 36DD tits."MISS RAMIREZ!" he said, shocked at her behavior.Tony Wilcox knew Lydia as a quiet, almost demure woman who was always professional in her appearance and conduct. Not this sexual wildcat. I can see you have suffered a lot," she said, this time I knew it was Swedish."Your eyes are quite beautiful, so kind and deep. Perhaps your parents spoke Swedish at home? Your accent is very good."I stammered that I didn't know, but that they were Swedish."Well," she said, "if there's anything you need, ask for Greta." That's my daughter's name." Oh, you have a wife and family?" A family and an ex-wife." I'm sorry. Anything you want, anything, just ask."David asked what we'd been talking.