The action surprised her to say the least, but she did nothing to stop it either. I continued to stop at the bar on the way home when ever Michele a...sked, or I noticed her car there. I would sit next to her [at the end of the bar against the wall] so no one could see what I was doing or where my hands where going. I would rub her thigh, the small of her back, her ass, and would slide my hand between her legs and up the crack of her ass when ever she got up and squeezed out from her barstool.. Actually only had one date my first year in college, but that only lasted less then an hour. As soon as he suggested we stop in for a drink at his place, before the promised dinner, I got a ride back home. I have a well established job as an accountant, been working steady for over ten years now, have a nice retirement account building up a comfortable bank account. So when a new club was built along the same route I use to walk home and go to work each week day, for some reason it fascinated. Once she got home it was even worse. She would tell me how tight her girdle was, that she could barely breathe. She could hardly wait to get it off. She would take her girdle off and touch herself through the crotch of her pantyhose, telling me how wet she was. She would go on to tell me that she had one particular girdle that fit in such a way that it would press her pantyhose into her, such that she could rock her hips and give herself an orgasm. All without touching herself. All I wanted. Fowler has a few names for you." She said and hung up. "I've unlocked your memory and you'll find everything is to hand. Don't worry this wasn't your fault and everyone knows it." She said with a smile.Jack was left in the room as Cathy left, he didn't know what exactly the girl had done to him, but he could see everything that he had done that was against his normal actions, the people he met with and planned actions with. How could he have done that, then he remembered a voice whispering in.