Strange thoughts anyway. She would never make it necessary forhim to have to think of her in those ways, coarse or otherwise. No, shehad built her c...ge delicately. She had taken healthy, vigorous, normalmen and unmanned them. She had made their own bodies betray them andtake them captive. Each male psyche was now exposed in the raw, with nomasculine defences remaining to protect it. Each male life was divertedinto portraying the antithesis of emancipation, bound, imprisoned,subservient. . We’d have them for tea on Sundays with cream and bread and butter. I loved it!’ He grinned and Jo could imagine the naughty imp he’d been as a child. ‘Come to think of it, this house reminds me of hers as well. The smell in your hall…is it lavender?’ ‘Yes, I always keep a bowl of dried lavender by the phone. It helps me if I’m taking a traumatic call.’ ‘Do you get many of those?’ ‘A fair few. Occupational hazard I suppose, I’m a healer.’ She waited for his response, watching his face to see. Now I knew that the pics I took where all for him. Why we haven’t fucked for so long. Why her pussy always is so salty and sticky, and it wasn’t just my imagination, that her pussy is much wider. This hung guy must have destroyed her cunt… and it seems he even know that I like to dress up as Vivien…I try to refuse her kiss. That’s when she punches me into the balls so damn hard! And then holds my balls through my pants with this tight grab. “You better kiss you mistress lil s*s. Or I’ll crush. We decided to meet at a coffee bar near her flat, and soon found that we had a lot in common. Before long we were chatting about everything, from the prices in the supermarket to different shades of lipstick. It’s strange but at the age of eighteen and with Lynne at the age of fifty-eight I might have felt in awe of her experience, compared to mine but she treated me as an equal and for that I have the utmost respect.After we finished our lattes we chose not to waste any more time before.