The hat in question was from Phil’s lawn equipment company.I called out a number and there was an audible gasp from the back of the room.“That’s...me!”A fifty-something man in Polo and Calvin Klein made his way up to the front. He was graying but showed few other signs of his age. He was obviously fit and attractive, and hid his sexual proclivity well. I assumed only his lovers knew for sure which way he swung -- a man after my own heart.He told me his name was Keith and had been a regular since. We took every opportunity to have sex. But, my favorite was having sex in her kitchen.One evening, she was standing in front of her kitchen sink looking out the uncovered window. I walked up behind her, took her in my arms and began kissing the back of her neck. It didn’t take long before she was rotating her hips and pushing her plump ass back into me. My cock was already hard and she could feel it pressing between her cheeks. Since she was only wearing a sundress, I could tell that she was. Therese thought she looked more like a pirate than a Dona. “You are Spanish?” she asked. “Si, senorita.” “How did you get here? Are you a pirate, too?” the confused girl inquired. “I was a noble lady, en route to meet my future husband, when our ship was captured by buccaneers. They sold me to Captain Renoir. I belong to him now.” She said this quite matter-of-factly, as if it did not disturb her at all to be the property of Renoir. “I am Therese du Maurier, Duchess of Montfort,” the French. He closed his eyes and said ‘oohh savita mere jaan aa leele mere lund ka maal aaahh’ He was now shakeing a lot.I felt strangely thrilled. This man was dreaming about having sex with me. He wanted me to suck him. I desided to be naughty. I opend my first 2 shirt buttons and called out to him. Then without waiting went into his hut.‘arre ramu bahyya aap kaha the’.His face reddened. He gruffly said ‘kya chaiyee’.I asked ‘thora paani milegaa please mujko bahut pyaas lagi hai’.He got up his erection.