Is that it; you want to fuck me and come in me?” she demanded. Gil was utterly embarrassed and red faced. He stammered, trying to respond, but she ...ave him no time. “Tell you what, Gil, the innocent, “let’s go to dinner” guy, why don’t you slide down onto the floor for me?” For some reason, he quickly obeyed, unsure of why or what to expect. “Unzip your pants and pull out your cock,” she commanded. Gil fumbled but finally managed to work his growing erection from the confines of his pants. Sally answered the door, just as cute as I remembered. A curvy older woman, she made me think of cookies and sweet tea and evenings on a veranda. Immediately making me feel welcome she ushered me inside and took me to the kitchen to open the wine. Explaining her husband was still working in his study, apparently he works from home, and should be down shortly. This allowed me a little time to relax from my ball of nervousness. Two glass of wine later I was feeling almost confident and not. Angie says it’s exciting and with each client she gets an adrenaline rush. I looked at Ruthie: she smiled and held up a picture of the handsome man probably in his early forties whose smile was dazzling. I made a snap decision. “Okay, set me up with him sometime next week. I’ll talk to Angie about what to wear.” * * * I rode the elevator to the eleventh floor of the St. Regis Hotel. I wore a blue business suit with a pink blouse and three inches heels. Underneath I had a white bra and thong.. All I really risked was that she would throw me out. I would still have her as invisible. So I went to bed that night with the plan that I would look her up tomorrow.I was up early the next day. Went to the barber to get my hair cut, I didn't want to show up with a hairdo that would awaken her suspicions. Then I made a trip to the florist and bought a bouquet of flowers. First, I had thought of roses but I changed my mind. I didn't want to look too self-assured so I settled for a fresh bouquet.