“Hello Frank, I am Sam, what can I get you?” she said in the cutest of voices and already I was enjoying the place, “Hi Sam, A pint of lager ple...se” I requested and she happily poured the drink putting it on the bar, Wow! the beer didn’t even touch the sides, I needed that and Sam looked amazed at how quick that went down, “Seems like you needed that Frank” she said with a giggle, “Same again?” she asked and of course I nodded, I wasn’t sure if it was the drive or the sight of Sam’s arse that. He brought his hands out briefly and wet them with his tongue, then reached in again to finger her nipples. She moaned. "Quiet," he warned her, "or I'll have to quiet you with the rope. It's too bad we have to hurry; I'd like to spend hours doing this to you." He brought one hand down and reached between her legs to finger her labia. She gasped, then started to moan again as his finger found her pleasure button. He quickly inserted the baton in between the two loops and twisted it to quiet her,. At first it was difficult to make ends meet, we wereboth going to college and working part time jobs. I wasstudying commercial art in school and found a positionwith an ad agency that fit my schedule and was close towhere we lived. My job required me to work with a lotof different commercial artists around town whilegetting ads scheduled. I got to know one of the artists whose name was Gordonpretty good and would stop by his office several timesa week picking up and dropping off material. One. “Yes, just one.” “I’ll allow you one kiss on the cheek and that’s it, and I’ll give you my e-mail address, but nothing else. Do we have a deal?” “Okay, it’s a deal,” the stranger relented. At that moment, it occurred to Irene that this would be a fantasy come true for Oscar, and she regretted that he wasn’t there with her, watching. “Okay, I’ll have to write on this menu. Have you got a pen?” He produced a very nice pen from his inside pocket, and as she was writing he took a business card out.