You're staring at my boobs."Bob scratched his head. "I would have sworn I gave you the caveman speech. Besides, this music makes me think of mating da...ces I heard about in my college sociology class." When my mother was growing up they called this Devil music." she panted, gyrating a little more. It was fun being watched by a man you liked. "They used to do a dance called the Shimmy or something like that. I saw her doing it once when I was growing up. It looked like this."She stood still and. I flew in late Friday evening and, as arranged, I had a really cool hotel suite overlooking the Vegas strip with all its multitude of neon signs and other extremes that the city was famous for. As I was putting my stuff away, the room phone rang. It was my sugar and he was sorry but a big client was in town for the conference and he would have to smooze and entertain him tomorrow all day and probably a part of the evening. He said he would make it up to me on Sunday (more gifts!) and that I. I find our room, open the bag, and spread its contents out on the king-size bed. Laying before me are the following: a pair of frilly hot pink thong panties, a dark purple silk night gown, Japanese clover nipple clamps, a spreader bar with leather ankle cuffs, locking leather wrist restraints, my metal gates of hell, and a large black butt plug. There is also a pink slip of paper, folded in half. When I open it, I smell your perfume and feel your cock throb, already rock hard and straining. M.I must have needed the rest, because it was past 9 A.M. when I woke up. The first thing I heard was the hall bathroom’s toilet flushing. (That bathroom was the one Mike used.) Still groggy, I waited a few minutes, then decided that a little mutual pleasure might be just the thing to help turn this weekend around. I didn’t spend a ton of time, but I put on my biggest bra and boobs, the 56J Glamorise overstuffed with two towels in each cup, the sexy sheer black nightie with tie/belt over it.