”“And what does ‘suitable’ mean?”“You’ll see. We’ll be there soon. But just remember – go along with things, just relax and enjoy. W...atever, don’t ask questions.”That had been more or less as much as she had been prepared to disclose since she passed on the invitation. Our hostess, she said, was Lady T (there are a number of names it will be prudent to disguise), someone who gave occasional soirées for a select circle of friends. Pressed, Casey admitted that of course sex was involved, but. But such means nothing while working at Wendy's delivery service, of having to scoot over neighborhoods and earn barely a dollar over each trip over the wage. But any dollar was welcome though Amy, as she loaded up her order for the day; two grilled avocado blts with an order for 10 piece, no 11 piece, because Charles was generous in the station; to be delivered to 2122 Marie Street off Highway 12. ‘Marie Street’ she whispered, as her old van sputtered to life, that area was known to house. Hitting my gag reflex, I slowed, and pushed though. I spluttered, gagged as she entered my throat. And I eased out. But then immediately went back for more. I worked her. Up and down, in and out... choking... taking her all the way... I felt so proud that I could take her so deeply. I had never managed to do that with anyone before - even those much smaller than Mistress.I could tell Mistress must be close to exploding but, to my disappointment, she pulled away. I felt empty. I reached to grab. So she’d needed help from local experts. Not to say she couldn’t have figured out the right spot by herself, if she put her nose to the proverbial grindstone, but the local guys sure sped up the process. She couldn’t afford to sink too much time into this. Margie wasn’t wealthy—not yet. Not unless this quest paid off like she hoped it would. Until then, she had all the usual monthly bills looming over her, and she could only take a couple weeks off work—unpaid—without losing her bullshit.