Duly noted,” Megan said as she made out with me, “Remind me to taste your lips afterward, so I can sample her bum ... or his.”“If they are cle...n, that is. Anyway, how far are we from this place of yours, Gaston?” I inquired, I noted his sly smile as he led us across the street to a rather aged building, but one that nevertheless had a certain dated charm to it. He led the way to the proprietor, whom he apparently knew by name. It was quite apparent that they had a past of some kind, as he did. “Just going to hold you in place here. I don’t want you falling off the bed on this contraption,” I lie. The restraint is actually part of the fun… watching her being pleasured, but with no control over the situation. I am pretty sure that she actually guesses this, but I figure my safety reasons might help her to accept her own latent kinkiness a little more readily in this situation.“This better not hurt me, Dane. I love your dirty little mind, but I have my limits. I do have to go home. "Absolutely," Hannah replied. "But let's wait until the agent has left, shall we?"Colin agreed. He had not expected that reaction to what was merely a slip of the tongue. He was highly intrigued.The agent was intrigued too - by the 'family'. The boy called the distinguished foreign client 'Dad', while the extremely good looking young woman called him 'George'. A 'younger model', perhaps, but neither of them wore rings. Perhaps Norwegians didn't. Only, the young woman's English sounded different. He ran after me, trying to explain. "It's not what it looks like. She just came to say hi. She's no one!". I swore at him and ran all the way home. Once in my own safe room, I'd collapsed and cried myself to sleep. Here, in the bar, the tears came back. They flowed thick and fast, and in my blurry vision I saw that I was attracting many sympathetic, curious, pitying glances. I hung my head to try and hide, but soon I felt a rough hand on my shoulder. "You alright?" asked a man's voice. I looked.