We sat for awhile, making small talk. Our conversation led to how long it had been since I had been intimate with a girl. She apparently felt good abo...t the story I related, as she shared with me a fairly similar report. We discussed how we were handling "things," and were willing to relate how we tended to "take things into our own hands."I figured I should leave, letting Judy get on with her day. We said we'd hook up later, and hugged at the door. For whatever reason, our embrace lasted. He just up and disappeared into you. I wasshocked by it at first. I guess the guy I knew was just a fa?ade waitingto crumble and expose you."Brett continued cutting her hair as he tried to formulate a response.Annabella then said, "I saw Chantal in him pretty quickly." I didn't. I couldn't believe that he would go along with being Chantalfor a day, let alone becoming her forever. No offense to you, Chantal,but Brett was a famous writer, and you're just a low paid office worker." Brett nodded as. ‘Just curious,’ he said, holding her gaze. ‘Jealous,’ she concluded, then gasped when he pulled her hard against him. ‘Dani,’ he said, the whisper of a warning in his voice. ‘I have ways of making you tell me what I want to know.’ He bent his head, but instead of kissing her mouth, he planted his lips on the pulsing vein in her neck and sucked gently. ‘Jesse,’ she moaned, and tried to move her mouth to his, but he resisted. ‘Tell me,’ he coaxed her, nipping her earlobe, and blowing in her ear.. Suddenly, you dig your fingers into my thighs as you have your own orgasm, drenching the fingers pumping in and out of your pussy and ass.You turn to look at the driver; he has a grin on his face that would light up a dark street. You smile. He asks if we had just come from the club he picked us up in front of. We tell him, yes, and he asks if we go there often. I tell him no, we had never been there before and were surprised by the things that happened there.With out asking if anything had.