He was checking me out and you started getting hard. When we got to Lasenza, you told me that you had to go to the bathroom and would be right back. I...said to meet me at the change rooms. I proceeded to pick out some sexy bra and panty sets and head to the change room. You stopped and mentioned to the man to keep an eye on me as you would be back in a while. He came to the change room and waited just out side. I was inside and had stripped naked and put on a bright red lace thong that showed. And at this point, who needed panties? I had recently posted on a web forum about my curiosity over being fucked by a cigar. Soon after my post, I received a private message from someone offering to help me fulfill this fantasy, and he suggested several cigar bars he thought would work. Yes, yes, especially the place with the dim balcony seemed to offer a little extra privacy. I chose a Friday evening and stepped into this smoking lounge, a foreign territory indeed. I wandered around and took. He mentally fumbled with the adjustment. He wondered why his mind felt so unwieldy, and it took a moment for the sense of the small figure's words to hit him."What, "Caleb demanded angrily, "are you talking about? Of course I am human. Who the hell is responsible for this mess, and who is going to replace my truck?" Calm down, sir," the female voice said quietly."What is your name, and what are you doing here?" Command guy demanded in crisp, clipped tones.Caleb was answering before he even. ?I’m not going to gag you? he says ?you can use this instead?. Obediently, I put my lips around my husband’s erection. ?Remember not to bite down? he adds. Then he places the paddle against my cheeks and I draw my lips in across my teeth. He holds the paddle firmly in place for what seems to be an eternity before pulling it back and smacking me. In spite of my intentions I can’t help myself from gripping hard with my mouth. An upward glance at my husband’s face tells me that at least I.