I know exactly what I'm doing when I slip into a pair of crotchless pantyhose. I'm literally BEGGING to get fucked. And Martin is always keen to my advances, especially when he knows I'm trying hard (as if I need to even try at all). Later that night, I meet him in the Playroom and sure enough, I end up face down on the table and screwed by the one bar prison. So, I got what I wanted... with a side of heavy anguish.