Arather attractive woman goes up to the
bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestures
alluringly to the barman who comes over
When he arrives, she seductively signals
that he should bring his face close to hers.
When he does so, she begins to gently
caress his beard, which is full and bushy.
'Are you the manager?' she asks, softly
stroking his face with both hands.
'Actually, no,' he replies.
'Can you get him for me? I need to speak to
him,' she says, running her hands up
beyond his beard and into his hair.
'I'm afraid I can't,' breathes the barman,
clearly aroused. 'Is there anything I can do?"
Yes there is. I need you to give hima
message,' she continues huskily, popping a
couple of fingersinto his mouth and allowing
him to suck them. 'Tell him,' she says, 'that
there is no toilet paper or hand soap in the