. and maybe a chest harness unless whomever Im with wants me to pass as femme... id put on stilettos if he'd let me take his arm, because i cant walk ...therwise LOL....and be taken out...my cock and cunt freely available under the table.. in a dark corner... or out in the parking lot bent over the hood of a car.. and maybe a tall thin black dude with glasses follows us out to the parking lot because he's been watching us.. and he knows that you're feeling me up under the table.my eyes have met. He paraded himself in cornflower blue denims caressing shapely calves and thighs. His button-down opened slightly below the collarbone, clinging to gorgeous pecs. Trimmed and hopefully, cunt-tickling stubble framed his slightly wicked yet hesitant smile."Amahle?" He enquired. Down to three.She displayed herself in cranberry gossamer and chiffon that embraced the slope of her breasts and molded to the curve of her hips. Her lingerie also floated freely about the length of her legs and. Simon shook his head. "You misunderstand. You'll spend a quarter of a million in no time at all. You should be looking at five hundred thousand with an option for another five, and that's being conservative." A million quid?" I blurted."Minimum. As well as premises and payroll, you'll have corporate liability insurance, legal fees and all manner of things you haven't accounted for."I gulped."Our team can advise you on all this of course but you need to appreciate what you'd be letting yourself. His voice is a caress which traces a warm touch all over my body, awakening feelings I yearn for, and some I had never felt. "Yes, Sir," is all I reply."Good girl." He is silent for what feels a long time.The music, the moans, the ecstasy I feel, starts to come from within. My hips start to gyrate slowly, and I feel the moisture seeping. The moans on the music have become my own now, and I do not realize this. I have just let the sounds guide me."That's it, control your breathing, baby girl,.