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for comfort. Surely, the manager didn’t read --

inute, the bartender set a steaming mug in front of her. “T

only had o

been here before. You may well

armth filling her was from hot coffee and not potent alcohol. She set an elbow on the bar, sighing

, and she’d let him strip her naked and that wasn’t like her at all. Somehow he’d been in control from the moment he walked into the dressing

y. After all, he was way out of her class. Too good-looking. Too self-assured. With that touch of silver in his hair and laugh lines around those s

ver he did, he’d do better than anyone else. She sighed, shook her head.

d know that since he’d seen her in all her naked glory. Considering his appearance, he could have any woman

she’d never imagined. Nothing like this existed in the tiny town where she’d grown up. And in Tampa, she’d ne

den her knowledge base. Aunt Eunice would be

more than learning some

floor, at least not sober. Give her a business or social occasion, and she felt right at

ants arrested anywhere else. One young man with a serious hard-on whirled the woman into

vocative for comfort. Like that one couple. The man moved his woman where he

a big man in skintight rubber jeans that bulged with a thick erection. He pulled his bikini-clad woman to h

ht she could call herself fairly experienced. Sure, she was small-town raised, but she’d lived in Tampa long enough to have h

ing and anything. Did he think she was fat? Would he see how her stomach pouched out? Should

kiss than Jessica had ever gotten from the whole insert-dick-move-around shebang. And now, the man had his hand on the woman’s bared

lanced down. No bra. Her nipples poked out like someone had glued pencil erasers to her chest. T

t of amusement in his eyes. He lif

, and she was definitely warm enoug

the murmur of conversation increased as she moved away from the music. The place looked almost like a normal bar if she ignored what

e’d meant by that. Especially since thinking about him made her think of that couple on the dance floor. W

she could see what it was. She blinked in horror. There was a naked woman strapped to a wooden X on the

women doing stuff. But the woman was tied there, h

ople watching. No one appeared concerned. A man in shiny black latex jeans and sleevele

g. Eyes focused on the man in latex, the brunette wasn

render such power to someone else, even so far as being tied up. Not someone like herself, that was for sure. She’

finding this

er imagined? Her face flushed as she remembered Sir saying, Many women fantasize about having

at swirled through her at the thought of being there herse

ped-off area. Most of the members were in couple

the sixties, for heaven’s sake, and she never went without a bra. Not in public. Conservative accountants didn’t wear stuff like this. Or go without panties either

A couple went by, the man leading the woman with a leash strung to a co

ssica touched her neck. Her core actually burned as shockingly wanton thoughts filled her head: a m

. When she touched her neck, he hardened, knowing exactly what was in her m

Z?” The bartender set a

Released

ears forward, tail held high. She was definitely a brave little ball of fluff. He had