"Cause it's only me got to do this, isn't it? And I don't really know what I'm doing, do I?"I know, it must be hard. Is this your first time?"She nods... a lost puppy."Well you're terribly good. It's clear you're starting out, you know, you're clearly a beginner. But you're coping very well." All those things I've got to do though," she says. Her voice drops to a whisper. "Taking my pants down. In front of everyone." It's the job, though. That's modelling." But that caning, it hurts. And I'm. Marge at her place. I got dressed in a black short skirt, a cherry silk blouse, and a pair of garters.I found her apartment building and took the elevator to the fifth floor as her card said, when I was about to ring her doorbell I heard a shriek coming from inside. I knocked on the door relentlessly until I heard her voice from inside. I waited for a few moments till she opened the door, she was ok so I calmed down a bit but when she let me in, I saw a wall clock which hit me that it was only. But no way was I going to say anything, for fear she may just stop. The idea was too horrible, so I was willing to do whatever she wanted me to do. Anything so I could touch her and taste her. She held me open and still as her lips pressed against my skin, skin she had just shaved last night. I could feel her breath against my folds before she slid her tongue inside me, as deep as it would go. Mischa looked up at me again, then brushed the tip of her nose against my clit and I moaned, lifting. He agreed and I gave him a chance to see if he still had it. He was always in god shape and I took him back to the hotel room to pound me out, it felt damn good.The next day, my fuck buddy said he could only spare his lunch hour. I played it angry and said he should make more time. When he came to the hotel he said he had two hours tops. I said okay, took a shower and told him to get his clothes off. I guess he thought he was coming in with me, no chance. I came out, toweled off and lay on the.