I was hoping that my eyes under my sunglasses didn't give me away. When she sat back down she even joked about how she didn't realize her suit was goi...ng to go away once it got wet. I told her not to worry about it, she was hot and should be proud. Soon it was time for me to go into work and I reluctantly said good-bye and went back to get changed. Work that night was pretty uneventful until about 9 when I got a call. It was Rachel, and she asked me if I would like to come over after work. I. "Oh yeah. I'm seventeen. I won't be eighteen until next year." So, what about you?" she asked. "Do you work?" Yes," replied John. "I'm an architect." Oh. That's cool," said Kate."It's not that cool," laughed John. "I mostly design houses. But it pays the bills." Don't you have to do, like seven years at uni or something to do that?" asked Kate."Yep. They were seven great years though. Well, the last two were tough but still great fun." How long ago did you finish uni then?" "Are you just trying. Beer okay with you?’ he asks me. I nod yes. The waitress rolls her eyes at him suspiciously. I’m sure she’s wondering if this nut case is going to tip her or cause her any trouble. He’s no nutcase, I want to tell her. He’s just…I don’t know. He’s just Ben Sheppard. But I can see in her eyes that she’s giving him the benefit of the doubt. She’s about his age, maybe older. Or has her late shift just worn her out? I see in her eyes she finds him attractive. She walks away to give the kitchen our. I wouldn’t fallen if my arms weren’t being held up. “You’re a little slut aren’t you?” whispered the madam into my ear. “You’re my little slut. You’re my little bitch. I own you, every single piece.” She bgan grabing different bits of me to make a point. First she grabbed my tits. She squeezed, twisted and pinched then ran her hands down my body. She caressed my stomach for a moment and then passed that grabbed a handful of my ass. She shifted to the side a bit so she could look into my face..