He turns and speaks to me for the first time, 'is this OK with you?' 'If my boyfriend says it's fine, it's fine with me.' He grunts, unfastens his belt and unzips, and as we get into the back seat he's already shoving his pants down to his knees. Outside the car-park is in half-shadow, Geoff leads me to his BMW.

Philip pats me on the bottom and indicates I should follow him.

But Geoff seems even more unsure, he looks at me, I give a sulky smile, he gulps back his drink and stands up. I know how men are, this is both a test of his control, and of my obedience. Philip says 'you don't need to do that' - and he indicates me, 'if it'll help, he'll give you a blow-job in the car-park.' I'm a little taken aback. Seems Geoff's wife is away visiting family and he's feeling so horny and frustrated he's thinking of calling up one of those dubious escort services. We were in a trendy city wine-bar and Philip - my boyfriend, gets into talking to this guy, in his mid-forties I guess, says his name is Geoff and he's a friend or colleague or something, I'm not really paying attention. Of course, it was a favour for a friend, nothing more than that.