Liam eventually withdrew and Ruth slowly raised herself off the table. "Shit Liam, you have just given me the fucking of my life," she said although s...e still sounded breathless."Told you I was going to," said Liam, who was feeling rather pleased with himself."What do you say we go upstairs and have some more fun?" asked Ruth because although the kitchen table fuck had consumed quite a lot of time, they still had ample time before Liam was due home.Liam was happy to do that because he knew that. I?d met Sarah in what I?ve come to call Phase Three.The less said about Phase One the better: the awful fashion choices,the terrible attempts at makeup, photoshopped pictures online desperatefor approval. The only saving grace of Phase One was that it wasentirely housebound. No one else could see how bad it was. Phase Twohappened by accident when, well... I?m maybe getting ahead of myself.Sarah and I played in an amateur orchestra together. We met on my firstnight, when I?d gone along not. I hadn’t had a job for a while so was happy to go along and see what needed doing, I had a quick shower and dressed myself in my usual white shorts and tee shirt and made the short journey across town to the address I was given.The house was in a small cul-de-sac in a nice part of town and had off street parking so I pulled in and walked up to the door, my mind full of anticipation and I always found this part exciting as I was walking into the unknown, I rang the doorbell and waited, my heart. The poor girl was trying to free her hands from the leather straps, and doing a poor job of hiding it as I moved the wheeled bench to the side of the stationary one to which she was strapped. I was running out of time, so to prevent her struggling, I cocked the fake pistol and pressed it to her head once more. Of course I needed her in one piece for what was to come next, but she didn't know that, and I knew fear was a great motivator. So as I unclipped her right arm and leg and rolled her.