We continued the chatting and once we had finished I went to the next room and got us both a coffee thinking about what I had seen and what was hidden...inside those lace black panties.I re-entered the room and place our coffees on the table as Angie stood and walked towards me, without warning she kissed me passionately and our hands explored each other. Our tongues circling in each others mouths my hands went inside her top and inside her bra to feel those wonderful breasts I squeezed them and. " Noooo!" I bawled, shaking my chains violently.I screamed, shouted, ranted and then bawled my eyes out. Dr Randolph waited patiently until I was all cried out."Basically, when the swelling has gone, all you'll have is a nice, neat hole to pee from," Dr Randolph explained. "I'm rather proud of the job I did. I could have been a top plastic surgeon but you can probably understand that rich white bitches wouldn't be too keen on someone like me cutting them up. Anyway, to cut a long story short,. He was very heavy handed with his flirting. I wasn't as drunk as him and I'm not sure if he was looking for anything but it got really obvious when he said he didn't bother bringing a date and asked me where mine was. He was about 10 years older than me and was a manly man so I was very interested in seeing what he had in his pants. I asked him if he meant my girlfriend. He said "sure" almost as if he didn't buy it. I smiled and put my hand on his cock and told him "I've never been very. He requested his meal, which turned out to be a roasted half a chicken, some fried potatoes, and a slice of bread. He carried the pewter plate and pitcher back to his table. Sitting down, he started to eat. Like most of the people, he used his knife to shovel the fried potatoes into his mouth and used his hands to eat the chicken.Considering there were only four tables in the inn, it was late before any sat down at his table. The man looked at the empty plate and the half-empty pitcher before.