He insisted that he be tied very tightly, and Sally had to tie him several times before he was satisfied.
Sally put her hand into this bush, but Andy pushed her away saying she had to wait.
He then lay face down along the bench and, at his further request, Sally used long silk cords to tie his hands and feet to the legs of the bench.
She immediately said no, there was no way she would get involved; if prostitutes would not help then she was certainly not going to.
Elmore spent weeks pleading with Sally, and I joined in.
The idea of beating the woman appealed strongly to Andy, and he thought it essential if he was to fuck them, but none of the sisterhood was willing to oblige.
And so Elmore asked me if he could approach Sally for help for his friend.
They were very embarrassed out the outset, but gradually things warmed up as they talked to each other and drank wine.
I noticed that Sally was drinking as much as she could get, she was very nervous.
This is another tale of my wife Sally and her involvement with her black lover Elmore back in the 1970s.
Although Elmore does not figure much in this story, he was the instigator of what happened. They had been lifelong friends, and worked together for the same Company (making bespoke bras for women).
When she said she was frightened of being hurt I pointed out that she had allowed other men to do much weirder things to her. And at last she agreed to go with Andy, but we had to agree that she would not be left alone in a house with him.