But it did.She paused, trembling, and when she began again I could hear the pain creep into her voice. It became a slow, halting whisper with sudden i...nturruptions when the words that shamed her refused to come."The obsession never left me, David. But I found the obsession wasn't for him at all. It was - to be played with, controlled and used by a powerful, charismatic man, to have - those same, crushing orgasms as when I struggled against the ropes - and knew I pleased him. All this time - I've. About ten minutes later he stood up and said “I’ll take you home now, have you finished your questions?” I told him I had and waited for him to open the door. As he was unlocking it I thought I noticed a bulge in his pants. I tried not to let him notice that I was staring but it seemed to fascinate me, I just wanted to reach out and grab onto that bulge. I wanted him to touch me now, all over. He was quite an attractive man, maybe in his 30s or so. He was definitely a lot. I’ve got piles of Annual Leave left – how about you?’ ‘Hmm! I can make a long weekend sometime, but not right now – I’m still up to my eyeballs in that damn chip. But once I can get free, you can take me to Paris, and I’ll show you around.’ She said the last phrase in mock seductive French accent, causing Stan to roll his eyes. Once the ice was broken, conversation flowed freely. Stan, as the driver, could only have one small glass, but Anne could feel her nose and upper lip going numb before. We booked a berth on the old Birka Princess for a dirty nights cruise to Äland, get pissed and fucked, and relieve our pent-up sexual tensions.In the dance hall bar that night we had left it late to choose a man, so I choose an old grey haired guy who had been eyeing me all night, with a wishful hope of getting between my loins, his absolute surprise at my asking him back to our cabin for drinks and fun, looked like he might have a heart attack before I got his pants off.However in the.