She seemed to deflect others, skillfully moving around the bar until she knew she would be left alone with her dirty martini – a woman like that wou...d drink a dirty martini – classy, yet with a mysterious bitterness that assaulted and caressed your tongue. She lifted the olive from the glass, perching it between her teeth…I could see her tongue moving over it slowly before she took it between her lips, painted red, sucking it into her mouth. I could feel myself getting hard just at the sight of. "I can tell," she laughed. "My clitty thanks you."She winked."Clitty?" Quizickly.She reaches between my legs and jiggles my cage. "This, silly. A littlelocked clitty." I blushed. A clitty? I have a clitty. My cage throbbed andshe felt it. She stood up, I was looking up at her. She wiped herforehead. "Whoo. Well now we need to fix your makeup you little slut," shetilted my chin up. I felt so vulnerable down here, looking up at her, Ijust wanted to worship her. My clitty was throbbing. Staying. My djbellah protects the entire body.”The son then asked: “But father, what about those ugly shoes you have on your feet?”“These are “babouches” my son,” the father replied “You must understand that although the desert sands are very beautiful, they are also extremely hot. These babouches keep us from burning our feet.”“So tell me then...” added the boy.“Yes, my son?”“Why are you living in Minnesota and still wearing all this shit?”When you’re seventy, ... who cares?I was standing at the bar. We agreed to meet at grahams house on a Saturday lunchtime due to lack of privacy from our respective c***dren , i was asked to wear a dress by graham so i dressed up in new dress and heels , as we arrived at grahams house the sun was shining and a lot of his neighbors seemed to be out working in their gardens or washing cars , i felt a little self conscious , graham was just wearing a robe as he greeted us at the door and we went straight into the living room it felt wrong as soon as we.