Damsel in distress

John got a pair of sharp scissors and cut through the quick cuffs on Linda's legs, she was at least relieved to sit down at last. John also enjoyed the good look he got of Linda's oh so wet cunt which was virtually dribbling pussy juice after all the nights entertainment. What do you want me to do I can cut the lock off myself or call the firemen.

Linda thought for a while and then decide she wanted more public or should I say pubic exposure. Call the firemen she said thinking that of course some male strippers would " suddenly appear " dress in fire-fighters uniforms. John got on the phone and explained most of the situation.

After about 10 minutes there was a knock on the door of the bar ,2 firemen came into the bar. " What have we got to cut through ", they said. They instantly saw the job at hand and let out a wry smile. " This happens more than you think ", said the taller fireman , " These hen-nights often get out of hand ".

The first fireman ,who Linda saw was called Ben , walked over towards her his tool in his hand ready for action. Linda decided it was her turn to take control ,she ran her foot over the firemans crotch and began to massage his obviously responding cock under his thick fire proof trousers. "I ,I ,I 'm sorry miss ,I can't help you that way, I'm gay you see "

Linda frowned, "Well you'd better just cut me loose "