Oh fuck it, I can make an exception this time. She was the one who came onto me. Yeah, so that makes it ok... As I step on the lawn, the cold night ai... passes though my thin suit pants, sharply turning my precum soaked underwear bitterly cold. It’s like an ice cube has been dropped inside them and it’s quite uncomfortable, and I make an adjustment to move my cock away from the wetness. It’s a stark reminder of how incredibly turned on I must have been, and my mind briefly casts back to the ride. "I just assumed that you would have a husband."She smiled and looked down at the table as a light blush crossed her face."Thank you, but no, no husband," she replied. "Or boyfriend."The server appeared with our drinks and saved me from further anxiety. We ordered clubhouse sandwiches and sipped our iced tea as we waited."So, how long have you been auditing?" I asked."Almost ten years now," she answered. "I started right after University. How about you?" The same," I replied.Our sandwiches. " I'm glad you didn't," said Hank quietly, "but you've still given me a lot to think about. Let's go and order while I collect my thoughts."She smiled gratefully and they both moved over to look at the menu boards. Hank knew exactly what he wanted so did not have to waste thinking time on that and then he merely had to repeat Fiona's order to the girl behind the bar. He replenished their drinks at the same time.They sat down again. Fiona looked slightly apprehensive but Hank had thought things. Once they are used upon a man, he shall have no memory of this. Much of the art is reserved exclusively for the joy of one woman taking pleasure of another in the knowing of her body. As such they must never fall into the hands of men.Over time there has been much contention of a woman knowing of another's body. This contention is the contention of the jealousy of man. It is not the contention of the gods, as this sisterhood was passed from the gods unto us, along with the arts of the joy of.