I bring her stockings. I carefully roll each stocking up her long legs. I kneel at her feet, placing the rolled stocking at her toes, and slowly, slow...y roll the silky nylon over each foot, calf, and up her thigh, where I secure them with a garter. Finally, she is ready for her date. A handsome young man picks her up, and off they go. I sit and wait nervously. Hours pass. I imagine them dancing, laughing, and I grow sick with anxiety. But, at the end of the evening, he brings her back home. She. And I went with Gustaf.”“You had never gone with a man from the street before?”“No. I went with Gustaf because he said he wanted me—that he wanted to do things with me that I wanted to do yesterday—and with a man of my choosing.”“Choosing a stranger yesterday like you chose me last night?”“Yes. He was a sexy man—like you are. You have a very big cock.”“So, you never went with a man before?”“I didn’t say that. I meant for the first time the men were of my own choosing.”“When I found you, you. . leave it there. It suits you," Jill encouraged.She worked quickly as she sat on the stool, a large clipboard propped on her thighs. She carefully selected colors from her extensive assortment of oil pastels. She liked working in this medium actually; Craypas had the depth and durability of crayons with the translucence of pastels, and without the mess that ordinary chalk pastels created. She studied the man's face for several seconds. To her credit, Jill did have an unerring eye and the. . she had big boobs and a nice round ass. We had a couple of drinks before moving to another bar. We were pretty buzzed and I remember I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She wanted to show me something on her phone, so she came and sat right next to me. Our thighs were rubbing against each other and my dick got rock hard. She told me she lived nearby in San Ramon. I proposed that we go back to her place and watch a movie or something. Obviously watching a movie was the last thing I wanted to.