“Shelly you’re frightening me,” Jayne protested. Porn we have a club room and function room as well,” the assistant added, “Not just sales,” she looked into Jayne’s brown eyes, looking past the sensible cut of her medium length chestnut brown hair, the sensible skirt and cardigan she wore and she realised perhaps that Jayne was younger than she assumed, young and uncertain, nervous, uncertain of what she wondered. The sounds were louder now, beyond the door, but before Jayne could discern what was being said Shelly was back with some cheap plastic knee length high heel boots. No!” Jayne protested, but Shelly just stepped back and smiled. Shelly slipped round the side of the counter, “Let me,” she offered and took Jayne’s wrist, “They’re best behind,” Shelly whispered, as she gently pulled Jayne’s arms around behind her back and fastened the strap around her other wrist, “Now how does that feel.”
“Strange,” Jayne admitted, “So how
