When I asked at a New Wales restaurant, "Where can I go to have a drink and meet people." The suggestion from a young waitress was, "For gritty you sh...ould try the 'Net and Wench' and of course the 'Hunley' bar. If you want more class, there are the lounges at the big motels on Jefferson Island." I thanked her before leaving a large tip on my way out.I could have paid a million bucks for a house on the north end of Jefferson Island, but I really didn't want to live beside anyone, who could. ." Mister, please mind your own business and leave me alone. There is nothing that I need from any man." Mom, who is it?"That must have been her daughter. I guess she was around twelve or something like that. But before I could say anything more she just took the bag I had been holding."Nobody, dear, I'll be right back there. Goodbye, mister."Whoa! A simple thanks would have been enough for me. Once I got back to my own apartment I started to see the humor in all that. It seemed that I was not. I removed his collar, cut awaythe rubber holding his fingers and hands, cut the locks on his corsetand removed that too, holding him carefully as we made sure that hecould indeed move his back. I removed his rubber pants, but let him keephis shoes on. Finally I removed his chastity device, cutting away thelittle plastic lock while my bitch hardly dared breathe. I made the mostof the situation, pulling the parts off slowly, fondling his cock softlyin the process until he was keening with. “Now let’s go, I want to be there before Serge.” I quickly changed into my bathing suit and we went to the spa. Serge had not yet arrived so I found a nearby lounge chair and positioned it so I could watch the spa. Linda sat at the spa’s edge with her feet dangling in it. It was about dinner time so the entire pool and spa area was virtually vacant. In fact, the last couple was leaving just as I settled into my lounge chair. The sun had just set and the pool and spa lights were on. I thought it.