‘Common honey, we’re going to be late.’ Then she turned to Patrick with a wink. ‘Take care now. Hope you enjoyed the show.’ ‘You too. Bye....’ After that display, Patrick’s mouth was dry. He looked for a bar so he could order a pint. The establishment he settled on had a formal mood. Cedar panels lined the walls and tan leather covered the furniture. Patrick sat in a large chair in the corner of the bar. The server took his order for ale without making pleasantries. Patrick was alone in his. When we finished, I didn't have time to take another shower. I quickly dressed and headed to work.Arriving at work, things were hectic. Some of our computer systems were down and I was already under the microscope for arriving a little late. Things finally settled down some and Sarah arrived early afternoon as she was working the evening shift that day. She was looking especially nice wearing a sun dress and nice heels. My eyes peeled her dress off and I could only imagine how her hot body. In the middle is some kind of adjustable bondage bench. It’s leather clad and looks almost like an elongated X, but with raised leg rests, almost like those you see at the gynecologist. It has cuffs for strapping both arms and legs, immobilizing the occupant. I’ve wanted to try it ever since the first time I saw it, and knowing I will be the next person strapped down sends a delicious thrill through me. I see one difference from our last visit: an armchair in front of the wall without a door,. Without a second thought she grabbed the back of my head with her left hand and pulled me in for a hard and rather passionate kiss. Her tongue was quickly in my mouth and searching for some sort of response. Through shock I pulled away and just looked at her not really being able to speak.‘What the..... bloody hell....’ was all I could muster.I think the drink suddenly wore off.‘My god. I’m so sorry mark. I just.... well the drink.... it’s been long.... I.... I....’ she said stammering and.