Chapter Ten
Bondage In The Bar
Christine
Beneath my cape I still trembled all over from the orgasms Id managed to partially hide from him on the street. I was extremely glad that hed decided it was time for a little break, despite having walked around for only an hour or so. My feet were killing me in the damned heels, but I couldnt escape them, other than sit down for a while. When we entered the small establishment no one at first paid any attention, but while we moved the length of the bar to the booths at the back, the on-going conversations gradually died out until every eye in the place followed our progress. The bar-tender, a heavy set and bearded, jovial, biker-looking kind of guy hustled out from behind the mahogany counter, cutting off an advancing waitress. I slipped delic
