I had been chatting with Edward for about 3 months prior to heading to Chicago for a business trip. We chatted and decided to meet after work one day. He suggested a small cafe' kinda on the outskirts of town. A bit nervous, but i changed into jeans and a blue button down shirt. When i arrived at the cafe, it was mostly empty except a few tables to the right. I walked in and the waiter asked if i was waiting for Edward, and i said yes, so the waiter showed me to the table. As usual i was a bit nervous but he was quite handsome but rugged and we started chatting. The waiter took our drink orders and Edward, who had obviously been there many times before, suggested the "breakfast for dinner" special. Edward was quite flattering and apparently loves a hairy chest, which i have. He reached over to feel it a few times, and since no one else was really around us, I let him unbutton a few buttons of my shirt.

When the waiter came back, he set the plate down and asked if i needed syrup with my pancakes. Before i could answer, Edward told the waiter - yes he most certainly does. Edward opened the front of my shirt, and the waiter proceeded to pour sticky syrup down the front of my shirt, covering my hairy chest in sticky gooey syrup. I was shocked to say the least. Edward smiled and said, Welcome to Chicago. I own this cafe, and this is my favorite waiter, Alberto. Alberto show our visitor what else we have for him.

Still seated and quite shocked, Alberto took an egg and opened my jeans and inserted it in the front of my underwear. Oh please no - no really - please don't. Edward looked at Alberto and said - he has had enough don't crack them - NOT - and Edward cracked them under the table with his foot. I was then ordered to stand up. Edward got up - took charge and told me - BOY, stand up and put your hands behind your back, and he proceeded to crack a dozon eggs over my head, down my underwear. Alberto was quite amused.

Edward tied my hands to the post next to our table and told Alberto to remove my jeans. By this time, the other table of guys had come down and were all watching and enjoying the show way too much. As it turns out they were all friends of Edwards and were quite amused.

There I was, helpless, my chest hair matted in sticky cream, in only my black briefs, which by this time were sagging with the weight of the eggs.

to be continued.