What’s said is said, and with god as my witness, I never break a promise. Even if it will hurt me. Upper school was extremely tough for me, I never ...really had a group. Truth be told I was very unpopular. Perhaps even a loner. But there was always someone ready to talk to me. That’s right it was her, despite my knowing she could fit in with any number of groups, she was that perfect in my eyes. Without her I don’t know if I would’ve made it through, but I did. And I even did better than expected. The owner of the wine bar was a slight, neatly dressed Italian man called Vince who turned out to be a rarity amongst business men. Vince genuinely cared for and looked out for his staff. All of the staff spoke fondly of Vince and his generous spirit and most of the casual waitresses had all been there for years. Sharon soon discovered though that not all was as it seemed at the wine bar. When she arrived she was told by Vince that the room up at the top of the stairs was for a private function. She sent me a link to first one and then several of her sessions where she topped other men of all sizes, shapes and colors. My response was to insist there be no cameras. “Oh God, I hope she isn’t filming me now!!” A month and a half ago, she sent to me a shopping list. Some of the things were just item numbers from specific online vendors. The hood had been one of those, as had the wide leather cuffs I had fastened to my wrists and ankles. The vibrator, butt plug, and ball gag arrived, in. “Another way? I’m not with you?”“Well it stands to reason, you’ve to find a fellow who’s had a vasectomy!”“I’d still have to ask, wouldn’t I. You really think a guy would tell me that?”“Well I would; to be honest, a lot of girls who are in the same mind as your own have gone for this alternative. They know their safe so to speak!” “How do I find that out? D’you know of anyone?” “As a matter of fact I do!”“Dad, I can’t just pick anyone, I’d have to have some feelings toward him; even if it was.