He charged all of the above on his credit card with without worry. Already, he was living the imagined, sweet lifestyle of a millionaire. Even though ...e did not play golf, had never played golf, did not belong to a country club, and did not even know where the nearest golf course was to South Boston, he charged a deposit to have custom golf clubs made to fit his diminutive proportions. Mr. McNabe, South Boston’s resident golf pro direct from Scotland, influenced his decision to have the clubs. Amanda put her hand on his shoulder and stated in a tone that was slightly provocative. “Hey Boo, Dana here thinks I should introduce you to her.”Trey tilted his head in a greeting, not waiting for Amanda to do the formalities. “Hi, Dana. My name’s Montrey. Nice meeting you, sweetie.” He winked and turned to Amanda. “Let’s go, baby.”Dana watched as the two walked out of the door arm in arm again. She snickered and giggled as she suspected they were going to go out to his car and do things that. The strokes began and I was soon in the swing of things, each stroke causing her to jerk in her bonds, at each six I would stop for effect, her body tensing expectant for the delayed stroke. By the 30th stroke she was wriggling in her bonds, obviously near her climax, so I stopped, and sat watching her, removing the blindfold as I went. Leaving her in her secure and near climatic state I sat for a moment or two watching her and regaining my breath as she turned her eye to me, unable to. In the middle of the office were two sofas, facing each other, used for more formal meetings. "I would like to apologise for what happened in your kitchen," he said, wringing his hands nervously. "As you can imagine I was in shock and not really myself, send me the bill and I will gladly cover any costs."Forget about it," She said smiling at him, the knot in her stomach eased a fraction. " Once again I cannot apologise enough for what happened at the conference. I will do anything to make it.