Walking back to the bar, she made sure that she gave her best ‘rear view’ walk. He watched her as if he were watching a shooting gallery duck going back and forth. Xxx “Slap!” Daphne gasped at the suddenness of the strong, firm hand making solid contact with her backside. She could see a glint in his eye. Daphne appreciated the assertiveness of the stranger, and displaying her own show of lust as she ripped his shirt buttons. The pleasure cascaded through her body. There had been three semi-regulars at the bar trying to pick her up and a younger couple at a table opposite the stranger’s. ‘Not half bad looking?’ Who the hell does he think he is?
