The evening started much as any other. I'd been visiting Mistress once a month for nearly a year now. It was an interesting diversion for me and certainly helped to keep me grounded.

I suppose I should explain. I am to all intents and purposes dominant, both in my normal day-to-day life and sexually. I naturally control most situations into which I enter, be they business negotiations or in sexual play. My visits to Mistress came from a curiosity which could not be truly satisfied by switching roles with my partner. I always found myself topping from the bottom, suggesting scenarios and possible activities.

I arrived at the designated time, dressed as requested. Mistress proved to be quite imaginative in her build-up to my visits and I looked forward to seeing her and finding out what she had planned for me, and, of course, for herself. In my attempts to submit to her I had given her complete control of my daily routine for a couple of days prior to any visit, with the obvious exception of my business diary (although I did have to make her aware of her movements so she might add to things).

This week had certainly proved to be more challenging than most.

I'd had a series of client meetings on Wednesday. Mistress had demanded that this week I not wear any underwear and, whilst I had not really been affected being office bound for the first two days, I was most aware of this as I arrived on site at my first appointment on Wednesday morning. I received a text message on my phone just as I pulled up in my car. I was to visit the toilets when we broke for coffee and masturbate until fully erect – Mistress was always quite specific that I was not to cum at all prior to my visit. I returned to the second half of the meeting being very careful not to display my predicament to my clients but I was most aware of my throbbing erection as I sat at the boardroom table. It was a most pleasant distraction.

I texted Mistress at lunchtime to let her know I had complied with her request. She responded quickly, letting me know she was pleased. You can't beat positive reinforcement.

As I arrived at my afternoon appointment I received another text instructing me to do the same as earlier. This time it proved to be more of a challenge. I was making a presentation to two female clients and I am sure they were aware of my erection as I returned to the meeting. I remained hard for longer this time and I was very aware of a slight wet patch from the pre-cum on the crotch of my suit trousers. It may have been mild paranoia, but I'm sure I received two knowing smiles as I bid farewell to my clients at the end of our meeting.

Once again I texted Mistress to let her know my task had been completed. She called me this time, knowing I had a drive home. She asked me to describe both situations, which I did in detail. She was most pleased about the afternoon meeting. She gave me my instructions for the evening during our call. Once home I was to strip and remain naked until bedtime. I was to compose an e-mail to her describing in detail how I had performed my tasks and how I felt whilst erect in the company of others. I felt rather good as I hit the send button later that evening.

As I turned in for the night my phone bleeped away letting me know a new text message had arrived.

Mistress thanked me for my e-mail and instructed me to massage 'her cock' before going to sleep. I was to keep massaging until I was about to cum and then stop. I was to text her again in the morning to let her know how long it took 'her' erection to subside.

I started Thursday with coffee and a text to Mistress. Having not cum since Saturday it had taken quite a while to get to sleep the night before. Even after my erection had lessened I had a dull ache in my balls and longed for relief.

I was office-bound once more and Mistress texted me a number of times during the day, instructing me to visit the toilets and massage 'her cock' until hard. By the end of the day, my work colleagues must have thought I had a bladder complaint! I'm sure the receptionist had noticed my erection after one of my visits.

As I left the office I texted Mistress to let her know I was on the way home. She called me with my instructions for the evening. Again I was to remain naked once home. This time I was to wear the chastity device we had bought together on a visit to a local fetish fair. It is a metal cage called a CB3000. A tight ring goes around the base of my cock (or should I say 'her cock'?) and a curved cage keeps my cock from becoming fully erect. A small padlock held the device closed. I was to remove the cage before I retired to bed and text Mistress to let her know I had completed my task.

I did as requested and my text to Mistress later that evening received a rapid response. I was to massage her cock as I had done on the previous night. I was not allowed to cum but she did insist that I was to ensure I remained hard for at least thirty minutes. This resulted in a large amount of pre-cum and it took an age to get to sleep with the very obvious ache between my legs.

I woke feeling surprisingly fresh on Friday morning, looking forward to my visit to Mistress that evening, wondering what she might have in store for me. I texted Mistress with my report of the night before and then showered before work and being a Friday wore casual clothes into the office. I was exceptionally aware of my nakedness under my jeans. I heard nothing from Mistress until lunchtime. She texted to say that she was resting 'her cock' as it would be put to good use that evening. Needless to say, my concentration levels were not fantastic for the rest of the day.

I texted Mistress once more as I left the office and received a response telling me to check my e-mails when I got home. I logged in as soon as I got home and read my instructions carefully. Mistress wanted me to be at her house at 7.30 pm precisely. I was to shower and shave, my face and 'her cock and balls'. I was to dress casually. She also asked me to bring a bag containing ropes and a number of toys which she knew I had – a magic wand mains vibrator, a riding crop, and leather ankle and wrist cuffs were mentioned.

Anyway, having done as requested, using conditioner instead of shaving cream on my cock and balls as this results in a much smoother finish, there I was at Mistress' house.

She welcomed me in and I must say she did look exquisite. At only 5'1" I tower above her, even in the three-inch heeled boots she was wearing. She was wearing a very short black skirt which accentuated her stocking tops and a white blouse, through which I could just make out the outline of her nipples. I could feel myself harden and hoped this wouldn't anger her.

Our routine when I arrived had been fairly standard in our previous meetings. I would undress and sit with Mistress while we chatted before Mistress took control. This evening was a little different.

Mistress had me undress as usual but this time she took hold of my cock and led me to stand in the middle of the room, by her large coffee table. She commented on my hardness and said that she hoped I could keep it up as I was to be used more than usual this evening. I smiled at this and my pre-cum started to flow.

Mistress placed a collar around my neck. It was leather with D-rings at the front and sides. I metal lead was attached to the front ring and the chain was cold against my naked skin. She then placed leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. I wondered what she had in mind for our evening's pleasures. She added a blindfold to my restraints.

With a firm hand on my chest Mistress pushed me back to sit down on the coffee table. It's one of those big Indian-style tables, very sturdy. She told me to lie down. My feet just touched the floor and my head was right on the edge.

Mistress took hold of my right hand and pulled it up level to my shoulder. I felt a rope brush against my skin as she secured my wrist. She repeated the process with my left arm.

She then moved down, and pulled my right leg, securing my ankle to the leg of the table. She did this with the left ankle too. I then felt a rope being pushed under my left knee and this too was secured, and then the right. My legs were held securely open. Mistress left me like this for a few moments and I lay there on display, available to her every whim. My cock had continued to harden as she'd secured me and I could feel it twitching, bouncing up and down against my stomach.

"That won't do," Mistress said. I thought she meant my erection was unwanted although there wasn't a huge amount I could do about it.

"I need my cock standing up, not lying down," she said.

I rather naively thought she meant that she planned to ride my cock there and then. I was in for a surprise.

I felt Mistress take hold of my scrotum, pulling my balls down. I then felt a rope being tied around my scrotum, separating my balls from my cock. She'd bound my cock on my previous visit and the rope around my scrotum had made cumming almost impossible. I felt Mistress pull down on the rope around my scrotum and she must have tied the rope off under the table. The pressure was constant and my cock was forced to stand vertically. I then felt another rope being wound around the base of my cock. This would ensure that I would stay hard. My cock was throbbing.

"That's much better," she said. "We must have you looking your best when my guests arrive."

I felt panicked by this. A flush spread through my body. We'd discussed how involving others might add significantly to my humiliation and allow me to appreciate true submission but Mistress had not mentioned actually exploring this. I knew I had my safe word but in spite of my nervousness held back, curious as to what Mistress had planned for me.

Mistress left me on display and I could hear her in her kitchen. My senses had become heightened and I could almost picture her gathering glasses and uncorking a bottle of wine I heard her take from the fridge. She was returning to the lounge when the doorbell rang.

"You are not to speak unless spoken to," she told me as she went for the door.

I could hear two unfamiliar female voices as she welcomed her guests. They entered the room, chatting casually, ignoring me completely.

"Say hello to Sara and Mel," Mistress instructed me.

I said hello and they both said "Good evening toy" rather formally. Mistress had evidently briefed them prior to the event.

Mistress served her guests wine and they sat down and continued to chat about this and that. I had no choice but to lie there and wait, my cock straining against its' bonds, vertical and on display.

There was another ring at the door and Mistress went to answer it. Another unfamiliar voice. I was instructed to say hello to Claire, which I did, and was again greeted as 'toy'.

The ladies continued their conversations, seemingly ignoring me and my predicament. Mistress fetched a second bottle of wine from the kitchen. It felt like an absolute age but eventually, I did become the topic of conversation.

I think it was Mel, but I can't be sure. She asked how long I could be kept hard with the ropes. Mistress replied that I was her toy and would remain hard for as long as she wished. One of the others asked about the rope around my scrotum and Mistress explained how this would prevent me from cumming. I felt a hand around my cock at this point. It started to jerk me off and I could feel my orgasm approaching. As soon as my cock twitched the hand stopped moving.

"See?" said Mistress. "My cock is lovely and hard. Would any of you like to try?"

I felt another hand, cold against my throbbing cock. The coldness, if anything, was a blessing. I felt so close to cumming even though I knew that the rope around my balls would delay everything. The cold hand started to stroke up and down my length, gently at first, teasing me. The grip slowly became firmer until I was being wanked in earnest. Again it stopped as soon as my cock twitched. I felt like my whole body was throbbing at this point. It wasn't long before another hand took hold of me now incredibly swollen cock and the teasing continued, bringing me close and then stopping again.

Whilst this was going on I heard Mistress on the phone in the kitchen. I couldn't make out what she was saying and wondered whether it had anything to do with the evening. She returned with another bottle of wine and the ladies continued to chatter among themselves.

I felt someone move around me and heard Mistress' voice. She told me she needed to prepare me for dinner. I was very curious as to her meaning.

I felt the ropes securing my ankles, knees, and wrists being loosened (the bindings on my cock and balls remained). Mistress told me to stand up, which I did, slowly, as I was a little dizzy. Mistress took hold of both my collar and the rope hanging from my balls and led me through to the kitchen. I was still blindfolded at this point.

"I must make you presentable to serve us," she said. She removed my blindfold and handed me a bottle of water which I took and drank from. Whilst I drank, she reached between my legs and took hold of the rope attached to my scrotum. She pulled it between my legs and up between my buttocks. I felt my balls being pulled with the rope, forcing me to part my legs. I looked down and my swollen purple cock, more swollen and hard than I had ever seen it before, now stood out horizontally from my body. Mistress secured the rope to the back of my collar. She then handed me an apron and told me to put it on which I did. It did nothing to hide the fact that underneath I had a raging hard-on.

Mistress then took me back into the lounge, holding the metal chain attached to my collar. It was the first time I'd been able to see our visitors. I was introduced again.

Sara was probably in her early thirties. Her skin was dark, olivy almost and her hair was long and dark, almost black. She was wearing a blouse not dissimilar to Mistress', white and almost see-through. I could see she was wearing a black bra underneath. She also wore a skirt, longer than Mistress', almost to her knee. Her stockings were sheer and dark and she wore black heels.

Mel looked a little older and fairer in complexion. Her hair was blonde and cut short, almost in a bob. She wore a dress which left little to the imagination. It was a dark blue strappy number with a cleavage that plunged down almost to her waist. I could see the inner outline of her large breasts clearly. The dress had splits at the sides and the material hung between her legs. I could see she was wearing hold-ups and enjoyed the tantalising glimpse of her upper thigh topping her shapely legs. She wore sandal-like shoes which were the same colour as her dress.

Claire appeared to be the youngest of the group. She was very petite, roughly the same height as Mistress. She was tanned and had long brown hair. Her eyes really caught my attention. They were a pure green. She too wore a dress. It was like a black tube on her body with straps down each side. It was obvious that she wore nothing beneath it. Her tan was evidently the all-over variety and she wore black shiny heeled boots which stopped just below her knee.

Once the introductions were over Mistress handed me the wine bottle and told me to make sure nobody needed a top up. I was motioned to stand near the table which I did. I must have looked a sight, stood there with collar and cuffs, my apron resembling a marquee with my bound aching cock standing proud underneath.

The doorbell rang again. I wondered if Mistress had planned another visitor for the evening.

Mistress handed me her purse and told me to answer the door. It was pizzas! I was terrified. So many thoughts ran through my head. I imagined being arrested for exposing myself in such a way to a complete stranger. Noticing my hesitation Mistress told me to hurry up.

I went to the front door and opened it. The pizza was being delivered by a youngish-looking woman. She looked me up and down and smiled at me and handed me the boxes. I was blushing from head to toe as I paid her, and as she thanked me, she said, "Make sure you're a good toy this evening." Mistress had evidently set this up too.

I returned to the lounge with the pizzas and Mistress told me to place the boxes on the dining table in the corner. She then told me to collect plates and cutlery from the kitchen. When I returned the ladies were sitting around the table. I laid the table as they sat there and, having opened up the boxes, served each pizza.

As they started to eat I stood back, awaiting my next instruction.

Mistress looked at me and then addressed her guests. "Should we allow our toy to eat too?" she asked.

All eyes were upon me as they agreed that, "Yes, the toy should eat too."

Mistress smiled at me and beckoned me towards her. She took hold of the chain attached to my collar and pulled me down to my knees and then further still until I was on all fours. Steering me carefully I was soon underneath the table with my head between her knees. I could feel the legs of the two ladies either side of me brushing against me.

Mistress pulled the chain and I crawled closer to her. She continued to part her thighs and pull the chain until my mouth was touching her bare pussy. Mistress always managed to shave so smoothly and her clit stood proudly between her pussy lips.

"Eat, toy," she said. "I will be your first course."

I licked up and down her slit, teasing her clit with my tongue. She was already wet and her juices started to flow in earnest as I sucked her clit into my mouth, all the time circling it with my tongue. I kept this up until she started to tremble slightly. At this point, my head was pulled away and I was steered between Mel's thighs.

Mel was shaved too but she had a thin strip of hair running just above her slit which was rough against my nose as I sucked on her clit. She took hold of my head, pushing down so I was forced to lick around her very wet hole. I tried to push my tongue in as deep as I could and she shifted slightly, almost grinding against my face. She was incredibly wet and her juices flowed all over my mouth, running down my chin. Again, as she started to tremble my head was pulled away and the chain was passed across to Sara.

I was pulled between Sara's thighs and was greeted by another fragrant, wet, shaved pussy. I started to lick up and down her slit waiting for her to take hold of my head, directing me. She simply allowed me to continue so I alternated from sucking and licking her clit to circling her opening. Her juices were thick and sweet. I was surprised to be pulled away when I was as I had not noticed any significant changes in her as I licked.

I had to turn around under the table which was quite a challenge. I was then steered towards Claire's open thighs. Her was pussy was unshaven and her hairs tickled my face as I licked up and down her slit, teasing her clit out from between the folds. She began to tremble quite quickly and as she did her thighs closed around my head holding me in place. I continued to lick away as she came against my mouth, grinding herself against me.

After her orgasm had subsided she released my head and I was pulled by the chain out from under the table. Mistress had me stand and ordered me to clear the table. I did this, taking everything into the kitchen. I loaded the dishwasher and folded the boxes into her recycling bin. Once done I returned to the lounge where the ladies were once more making themselves comfortable.

I hadn't been standing there long before Mistress stood up and approached me. She removed the apron and commented that my erection had lessened a little – I guess I don't get turned on by housework! She indicated that I should kneel, which I did.

She moved behind me and took my wrists, one at a time, securing them together behind my back. She reached between my legs and I felt my balls being pulled back between my legs once more as Mistress attached the binding to my wrists. She then tied a short rope between my wrists and ankles. I then found myself blindfolded again. This time Mistress added a ring gag forcing my mouth open. She then told me to lie down on my back. This wasn't easy but I managed it, rather clumsily.

I lay there for a short while, my legs bent and my crotch area raised due to the restraints. My knees fell naturally apart as this was more comfortable.

It wasn't long before Mistress positioned herself over my face. I felt her knees either side of my head and she told me to stick my tongue out as she lowered her pussy to my mouth. She told me to lick. I could feel she was rubbing her own clit as I licked away. Suddenly she raised herself and I heard the familiar buzz of the magic wand. I guess she was finishing herself off in view of her guests. All of a sudden my face was splattered with her juices as she started to squirt, most of which went straight into my mouth. I could do nothing but swallow as her juices quite literally flooded my mouth.

Once this intense orgasm had subsided she moved away only to be replaced by another of the ladies. She lowered herself onto my awaiting tongue. I recognised it as being Sara as she was cleanly shaved. The process was repeated and it wasn't long before I received another mouthful of juices. Sara was followed by Mel who took a little longer to cum. Whilst she sat on my face she shifted herself so my tongue circled her anus. She wriggled as I pushed my tongue a little way in.

As Mel lifted herself off me having covered my face with her juices I heard Claire telling Mistress that she has not squirted before. Mistress told her not to worry and that she and the others would add to her stimulation to see if they could get her to.

My tongue met with Claire's hairy pussy which was by this time very wet. Her lips were puffy and her clit was very hard. I licked for all I was worth. Her weight shifted and she seemed to lean forwards. I guessed the other ladies had joined her and I wished I could see what they were up to. I felt a hand around my cock, gripping me tightly. My erection had returned and my cock was straining against its bonds. It must have been Claire steadying herself as there was little movement down there, just a constant steady grip.

Claire became quite noisy. She shifted a little so my tongue was darting in and out of her wet hole. I could feel fingers rubbing hard against her clit and as she raised herself slightly those fingers slid straight into her waiting pussy, brushing against my face as they thrust in and out. The wand was being held against her, buzzing away, and Claire let out a long low moan as her juices started to flood from her. Spurt after spurt hit my face, filling my mouth and splattering me. I could feel the wetness on my chest and running through my hair. She had cum far more than any of the others.

After she had moved away Mistress removed the ring gag and released my ankles but left me lying there on the floor. I straightened my legs, stretching out. I soon felt a hand massaging my cock which was throbbing away again. A pair of knees was either side of my hips and I felt the head of my cock being rubbed against wet flesh.

It wasn't long before I felt a pussy slowing envelop my engorged member as whoever it was lowered herself down onto me. I had no idea who it was but she soon built up a steady rhythm, riding up and down whilst also thrusting back and forth. I felt my cock twitch but the rope around my balls hindered an opportunity for me to cum. My 'jockey' increased her pace and judging by the moans coming from her started to cum.

I could hear the magic wand buzzing away in the direction of the sofa and guessed that the other ladies were enjoying themselves too.

The lady who had just ridden me moved away and I felt another replace her. She lowered herself onto my cock very slowly and her movements were much slower. She simply rode up and down on my cock until her breathing became very heavy and she started to shudder. My cock was twitching and my balls ached for release but I was quite simply unable to cum.

I knew the next lady to lower herself on me was my Mistress. I could feel her long hair brushing against my chest as she ground herself down on my cock. She too rode me until she came, grinding herself down hard on me, really using every inch of my throbbing cock – or should I say her throbbing cock?

The last lady to take her place was most definitely Claire. I felt her pubic hairs brushing against the head of my cock as she positioned herself. She was very tight but also incredibly wet.

As she started to ride up and down I felt another of the ladies positioning herself over my head again. It was Mel as I felt that little strip of hair brush against my chin as she positioned her clit right on my mouth. I sucked it in and started to flick and circle it with my tongue.

As Claire built up a steady pace I felt a hand on my balls, squeezing them. The pain was quite exquisite. The rope binding my balls was slowly released and I felt the blood rush to them. The hand continued to massage them and I heard Mistress say that she thought it was time for her toy to cum.

Claire continued to ride my twitching cock and as that familiar tingle started to spread I could sense that she was approaching her orgasm too. I held back for as long as I could. I started to cum, my whole body shaking with probably the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. I could quite literally feel the hot sperm shooting from my body, spurt after spurt. Claire's moans indicated that she was cumming too and I'm sure I continued to cum all the way through her orgasm. Mel was flooding my face with her juices and the three of us became one big orgasm.

Mel quickly moved away from my face and I felt Claire lift herself off my cock and quickly move up my body. She placed her pussy right on my mouth and Mistress told me to clean her up. I licked away as her juices and my cum poured into my mouth. It was the first time I'd been made to drink my own cum but Claire's juices masked the saltiness well as they were mixed with my own. As I drank from Claire's hairy pussy, licking away, a hand was massaging my cock, milking it dry.

I was released from my bonds once I'd finished my cleaning duties. Mistress had me stand while she released my wrists. She removed my blindfold and I was greeted by the sight of three naked ladies on the sofa. Sara was in the middle with Mel rubbing her pussy with the magic wand as Claire kissed her, squeezing and pinching her nipples. Evidently, Sara had not been party to that last piece of action so the girls were making sure she wasn't left out.

Mistress stood on tiptoe, kissed me and said, "Thank you." She indicated I should sit on the armchair whilst the ladies finished. I sat there almost mesmerised as Sara's orgasm slowly built up. Her whole body shook as the magic wand did its work dragging the juices from her core. Mel held it firmly against her as she quivered and Claire pulled almost brutally on her nipples. It was a marvellous sight to behold.

We all just sat there for a little while after Sara had finished trembling. Mistress made the first move asking if anyone wanted more wine. Both Sara and Mel said they should be going but Claire seemed in no hurry to leave. I was sent into the kitchen for another bottle and I returned to find Sara and Mel had almost dressed. Mistress told me to see them to the door.

I accompanied them through the lounge and each took firm hold of my cock as they kissed me goodnight. Both were passionate lingering kisses and I was probably more surprised than they were when my cock responded, becoming semi-erect once more.

I returned to the lounge to find Mistress and Claire sitting together on the sofa chatting casually, both naked. Claire had her hand between Mistress' thighs and was stroking her gently as they talked. I stood there awaiting my next instruction.

Mistress looked up at me and smiled. She thanked me for being such a good 'toy'. She said she thought it was time to retire upstairs and I was a little surprised to find Claire following us up.

I stopped and used the bathroom on the way up and entered Mistress' bedroom to find both ladies standing by the bed. I was told to lie in the middle of the bed. Mistress kneeled next to me while Claire just stood watching. She took my hands and raised them above my head. Taking a short rope she secured my cuffs to the iron headboard. She then moved down and with another secured my ankles. She reapplied my blindfold and then said that she and Claire were going to take a quick shower before joining me. She was quite clear that I was not to fall asleep. I was indeed tired but the thoughts of what had just occurred were spinning around my head.

I could hear the two of them in the bathroom but I lost all track of time and have no idea how long they were away. As the bathroom door opened I heard Claire giggle but they went quiet as they approached the bedroom.

I felt a weight on the bed next to me and a hand around my cock. It firmly but gently massaged me, bringing back my hardness. There was more movement and one of them positioned themselves over my head, pulling away the pillows. A shaved pussy lowered onto my mouth and I started to lick once more. Until I felt a mouth around my cock I had assumed it was Mistress making use of my mouth. I felt Mistress' hair on my thighs as she sucked hard on my cock and realised that they had used their time in the bathroom to shave Claire's pussy.

It wasn't long before Mistress repositioned herself and lowered herself onto my cock. She rode me hard but I was completely drained. She came and swapped places with Claire who rode me until she came as well. Leaving me tied in the middle of the bed, erect, Mistress removed my blindfold and they both snuggled up either side of me and drifted off to sleep. I slept fitfully during that night, waking a number of times to find a hand around my cock, stroking me, maintaining my hardness.

I awoke with a bit of a start in the morning, the sunlight shining through between the curtains. I only caught a glimpse of it before the light was blocked by a pussy being pressed against my mouth. I knew it was Claire this time, recognising the shaved folds and the erect clit my tongue was teasing.

Mistress was sitting astride me and was working my hard cock into her pussy. She rode me until she came and then carried on until she felt my orgasm arising. Claire had cum against my mouth a couple of times by then, her juices flowing almost as much as they had the night before. Both ladies then repositioned themselves either side of me and, with one of them holding my balls and the other gripping the base of my cock firmly, treated me to a delightful double blow job. I looked down and enjoyed seeing their tongues intertwining as they met at the head of my cock. As my orgasm built they both became more urgent in their movements and as I came Claire sunk her mouth over my cock, taking my whole load deep into her throat.

We lay there together for a little while after that, the ladies either side of me, stroking my body. Mistress sleepily announced that she needed to shop and Claire said she needed to head off shortly. Leaving me tied there they took turns in the bathroom, Claire first. She came back into the bedroom dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. She leaned over me and taking my limp cock in her hand thanked me for the night. She kissed me quite passionately and then rose, saying she looked forward to next time.

Mistress showed her out and then returned to the bedroom. She announced that she was going out to shop and was going to leave me there for a couple of hours to sleep the night off. I was almost grateful but a little surprised that she didn't untie me.

She said she planned to use me once more before letting me go, but that could wait till she returned. She told me she was most pleased with my behaviour and that she would have to think up a suitable reward. As she turned to leave she looked back and smiled at me.

Her parting words were, "I'm entertaining the works netball team in a couple of weeks. Maybe we should have you along as entertainment."

But that's another tale ....