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But I just can't let this one go now, I'm in too far. It could ruin my career to drop it now."

"I understand," he said. "But I'm kind of glad to be sitting opposite a woman with a guilt complex in full swing," he said, a smile breaking through his mock seriousness.

"Oh?" I said inquisitively.

"I'm sure it will enhance my uses for you," he said cryptically.

"Uses? What do you mean?" I said, worried now. He was picking expertly at the schnapper on his plate, and I was waiting for him to look up and answer my question.

"You'll find out if you stick with me for a while," he said, finally gazing steadily at me. "If I haven't scared you off already." I then felt his foot on my leg under the table, and could feel myself starting to blush.

"You're very forward aren't you, in some ways," I said, gathering back some of my cockiness.

"Yes I am," he said. "Can't see the use of being circumspect with women any more. There's not much time for pleasure in life, and I intend to make the most of the times I have."

"Okay," I said, "I suppose that's a fairly realistic philosophy. I should subscribe to it."

"You should," he said, pausing for a moment. "And why not start right now by going into the ladies room and removing your panties."

It was not so much a request, but a statement; one that, surprisingly, electrified me. I was too stunned to argue.

"Okay," I said. "I have no idea why I'm going along with you on this."

I went to the ladies room and took off my lacey purple underwear and put them in my handbag. I could see they were already wet with anticipation. And there was my reason for going along with the wishes of this dark stranger: for the first time in months I felt desired.

When I walked back to the table, he grabbed me gently and said, "Come here and let me feel your arse." I stopped beside him and his hands went slowly over my bottom cheeks, and then a hand went to go up my leg, at which point I pulled away.

"Okay. I'm satisfied that you are free of them," he grinned approvingly as I sat down. I was now thankful that we were at a corner table where we weren't going to draw too much attention.

He handed me something in a small velvet bag. "I want you to insert this in yourself."

I opened the little bag's drawstrings and could see a small transparent pink silicone bullet that contained a tiny battery and some other small device. I was not particularly shocked, but I was a little unnerved by my willingness to comply with his increasingly risqu__ requests.

"Okay," I said, looking at him squarely as I lifted my skirt under the table and wriggled discreetly to insert the little bullet. "Done."

"Excellent," he said. "You sure you haven't done this kind of thing before?" he laughed.

"Never," I said. And then he grabbed the hand that had inserted the bullet into my vagina, put it into his mouth, and sucked it.

"Now that tastes good," he said. "Better than any meal I've every had."

"Thanks," I said breathlessly, unable to say much as the little bullet was starting to vibrate more fiercely than its size indicated it was capable of.

"You are almost at my mercy," he said, not in a disrespectful way, but in a way that said he knew that I would now do almost anything to slake the other hunger that had been roused within me.

He paid the bill and thanked the chef for an excellent meal. As we stepped out from the warm glow of the restaurant into the cold night air, the little bullet sat motionless inside me, and I was busting to have something more substantial take its place.

We made steady strides down the pavement. He had his long and solid arm around me and I felt safe with him even though he was still largely an unknown quantity.

Even when he swung me into a dark alleyway I wasn't frightened.

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