A huge smile crossed his face. I had never been so embarassed in my life. "How old are you, Linda?" he asked me. "I'm 19." "You sure look like you're ...lder than 19, honey." I said " yeah, I got that alot. " It was the tits. People always assumed I was older than I was because of them. "Damn. You're still practically jail bait", he said with a sly smile. My face reddened again and I laughed nervously. "Nah. I'm old enough to vote." Oh my God. What the hell is wrong with me? Old enough to vote?. ‘You look wonderful too.’ He wore a salmon colored dress shirt with no tie under a navy jacket with matching pants. His leather belt was coordinated with his top quality Italian shoes, shined up just for the occasion. He also wore an expensive watch. Glen was a man who paid attention to the details. Once in the door, he took my hand and spun me. ‘Let me get a good look at you,’ he said, making me feel a little giggly and little girlish. My gown was a deep blue velvet spaghetti straps with a. He told me to bend forward and hold the rail. The lift was fully mirrored and I watched him walk behind me and drop his trousers – OH MY GOD – he was fully erect, his cock was at least 12 inches long and dark brown and shiny – he spit in his hand and rubbed it on my pussy lips, then he held them apart and just rested his cock head at the entrance to my cunt. It felt like he had slid a large plum up me. Then ever so slowly he began to slide in and out – just half an inch each way, just the first. He announced who he was and the women smiled wickedly at him. A buxom blonde of about 55 in a tight black dress with black stockings and sexy stilettos leaned into him with interest."I love your femdom novels; they are so realistic; are they based on your experiences, or is it pure fantasy?" He swallowed hard on a gulp of ale; he had nearly finished the pint already."It's all pure fantasy I'm afraid." The women giggled; somehow he had now made it quite apparent from his simple response, that.