She wasn’t vain, she didn’t consider herself to be sexy or beautiful at all but anyone who met her became captivated by her sheer feminism. Very f...ew passed her in the street, men and women alike, without taking a second glance and thinking, “Oh I wish”.It was a Thursday evening and the young lady had showered, freshly shaved and was dressed. She was wearing a red and black basque which encased her false breasts, with sheer thin black panties and black stockings, leaving about four inches of. It was pretty immature I thought. But I would expect that from them.Piper and I got to our feet and followed them out into the bar. We detoured to the ladies room and spent a few minutes freshening up. We needed to be nice and clean or the others wouldn't want to grope us. That would never do.Almost an hour passed before Tommy decided it was time for us to put on a show. It was nothing special for us but the guys all seemed to enjoy it. Two men picked me up and placed me on my back on the bar.. We met through a social site and things turned well good and we shared things which we hated and loved in our lives. Attachment and expectations are the sole reason for every problem. It was never a sexual relation initially but things changed and one day she asked me to meet somewhere publicly and we decided select CityWalk mall as I am fond of watching movies we chose “Happy bhaag jayegi”. It was fun but no one knew that it would change my life for good.We met as decided and she was in black. My next questionable decision was to leave after the burial service and turn into the first bar I came across. About a year later I sobered up one night. I found myself in an alley, behind a bar, in a questionable part of a city that I didn’t recognize. In other words, I didn’t know where the fuck I was. I sat there in a filthy alley, leaning up against an old brick wall. I was trying to get myself together when the door in the wall opened and out came a very large gentleman. He looked up and.