‘Most days I go to meet with my publisher and others’, I go to physical therapy.’ Lenny said giving her boots another fast look and felt his pen...s stirring in his jeans. ‘Publisher?’ ‘Yeah, I’m a writer.’ ‘Oh really? What kinds of things do you write?’ ‘Mostly adult stories, but sometimes I write about my life and all the crap I’ve been through,’ he said with a little hurt in his voice. ‘What name do you use? I read a lot, maybe I’ve read some of them,’ she said listening to a few of the. "Please I don't know what you want from me" Lucy pleaded, as she closed her eyes tight hoping that when she opened them he would be gone. Instead, with her eyes closed, she heard a soft humming noise. Alarmed, she opened her eyes to see the man holding a large massaging wand in his right hand and a medium sized rotating vibrator in his left. He crawled up between Lucy's spread legs and leaned down to lick on the soft skin on either side of her pink pussy lips. He gently nibbled and teased all. " I suddenly gasped and raisedmyself up onto tip toes as his hand casually brushed high between mythighs."Is something wrong?" He asked as he paused in measuring my innerthighs. He had noticed perhaps the involuntary flushing of my cheeks,the way I helplessly could not prevent my nipples from hardening, or thebreathless tone to my voice."No! No!" I shook my head to assure him that nothing was wrong. As I didso, he rested his hands, one slightly between my thighs and the other onthe flat of my. Promise her dinner later on." Yeah. I can leave the box at her door for when she getshome. Maybe she'll enjoy the surprise." If she doesn't twig to your having almost forgottenaltogether. Birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine's. Suredeath if you blow one of those." Never mind. Tell the bartender I'll be back in a few." Igrabbed my coat and dashed out the door.Except for another bar and a couple of restaurants, theshops were dark on both sides of the street. I went downone block and then.