I'm really sorry to interrupt your date, but thismight be my only chance to say I'm sorry and try to explain things.Will you meet me for coffee someti...me soon, even tomorrow if you can?Let me give you my number and you can text me when and where we canmeet. I don't want to impose any longer. Please tell your friend thatI'm sorry I interrupted her evening with you."She took the piece of paper and wrote down her number. Then shehesitated a second and scratched out "Stephen" and wrote. Beside her however, and somewhat more interesting from a voyeurs point of view was Jay, similarly catch some sun, but still mostly clothed as the morning, and seemingly more interested in her magazine than the sun. Sitting propped up on a floor recliner you normally see packed onto a rucksack; she had her knees drawn up to rest her magazine on. Consequently I was in the envious position of receiving a somewhat unfettered view similar to that I had enjoyed earlier in the rear of my car. This. “Tell me what I am doing to you,” you demand. “Fucking my ass,” I reply, my voice cracking. “Fucking me with your hard cock. You’re taking my cherry.” “Fuuuck,” you respond as your thrusts become more frenzied. They are no longer rhythmic – they are powerful, passionate and desperate. I can sense how badly you want to cum in my ass. Your hand goes round my waist and goes between my pussy lips. You feel for my clit and circle it with the flat of your finger. You do this really slowly then start. "All along, I had you in mind when I started this club, but until now, the time wasn't right. I had to build up the club slowly. I cultivated contacts with people who had money and power and, most of all, were in their hearts and minds masters of their lives, not just slaves who had been given power by their daddies or mommies. I helped them feel the satisfaction of a true master's revenge on a slave who does not know his or her place. Since the club has become known - or should I say has.