A mild, but flavorful blend?" he smiled a little as he imitated the spiel of the young baristas working at the local coffee shops."Sold," she said wit... a smile, which reduced George's anxiety level a couple of degrees.As they walked back to the kitchen, Linda, who had never been in George's house before, looked around with curiosity. Everything was clean and neat, not obsessively so, but with that homey feeling. The living room was a formal, even slightly feminine room, with furniture that. “Why was that?” I can see from Your face that You are not interrogating, You are merely interested in my response. “It is always You who decides Master,” I reply with honesty. “But I thank You for allowing me to choose.” “You are quite welcome slave,” You say. “Choice is a special thing, and it’s not one that you often have when we meet, so I thought I would indulge you. Who knows, you may have the chance to make other choices this evening.” I wonder. She said she couldn't have her car seen there, so we decided to meet at a fishermen's parking area and go from there to the motel. At the motel I asked her if she really wanted to go do this and she said yes that she has had sex with only four boys and wanted to experience some more. I made sure she was on the pill before we started. I walked over to her and kissed her and she slipped her tongue in my mouth and I new she had vary few limits. She was wearing the same cloths she had on out in. From there we proceeded to give a display of such sensuous vulgarity that the other patrons became little more than voyeurs in our staging of interracial relationships. We merely bowed to the applause, as I retrieved my treasured trophy from the coffee table, and holding it aloft for all to see led April to my suite via the elevators.The doors no sooner closed on the lobby as we were swept up, than your wife had my black tube steak in her hands. Then going to her knees April tried to swallow.