“Do you remember the politician who visited some years ago, Michael? The one who was running for president of your country and who got sick?”Of co...rse I did. It was in all the papers at the time. What I wanted to know now was what the connection was with the document I’d read describing the Rain Festival.Javier spoke next.“You’re wondering what the connection is, Michael, right?I nodded. Javier’s chuckle had a rueful note, but his words stunned me.“Actually, we’re not entirely sure there is. He then walked her over to a near by tree turned her around,with her back against it, and tied her hands very hi and tight above her head. This was, practically the only thing holding her up. She could see and feel every thing, but had little control, offering no resistance as he undid and removed her skirt. She was now totally nude, he then lifted one of her legs, by the ankle that left her toe pointing straight out, and took another piece of rope securing it around her ankle, and pulled it up. Craig pulled a chair out for her to sit and then motioned for the waiter, who immediately came to the table. "Champagne please," he said to the waiter as he sat down still looking into her eyes. “I hope this table will be fine for you. I think it offers some prestige, yet still has some privacy and a means of escape if you feel the need to leave the air in the room." She caught his meaning immediately and smiled, "Yes, it can be pretentious at times at these events." The waiter appeared with. Every so often, she'd rub up and down on my thigh. Of course I became hard. When we ordered another drink she told the bar man, "This is my sugar man."After we finished our drinks, she whispered to me, "Would you walk me home, sugar man?" I told her I would. We got up and she put out her arm for me to take. Then as we headed for the door, she turned her head back towards the bar and called out, "Look what I got!"Oh my God, I knew I was going to be fucking her. The sun was bright as we left the.