And the powerthat came with it, she had gotten off on that without even touchingherself down there. Sure she had played with her nipples but not a lot...but she had nearly orgasmed just watching him, but had held back wantingto keep total control of the situation. She had also desperately wantedto jump on top of his cock whilst it was still engorged, him stillsitting in the swivel chair, both of them entangled, stockings,stilettos, skirts and all. Not yet though. She had promised him shewouldn't. Jack stopped at the threshold. The room was exquisitely feminine. The furniture was all white. There were stuffed animals on the window box. There was an oval, full-length mirror in the corner of the large room. Jack tentatively stepped into the room.On the bed was the mini skirt and white blouse that Lesley had worn earlier in the day. A pair of patent leather pumps lay haphazard at the foot of the bed, and next to them lay the sheer, nude pantyhose. Jack had never been so hard in all of his. She lifted the cape towards my chest, attempting to shake the hair cuttings to the floor. Much of it fell onto my lap where the cape had been. Using her fingers as a whisk broom she tried to flick the hair off me. Some of her swipes knocked hair to the floor. Most of them were teasing my cock to greater heights. “Do you want me to blow it?” “My hair?” “No, your stiff, young cock. Do you want me to blow it.?” That was agreeable to me, but I was startled by her frankness and I was. I looked at the empty chair that sat at the bar. I asked in my limited Spanish if I could have the seat. She smiled, proffered a wink, and a head nod. I sat down in the chair and ordered up a Bloody Mary.My hottie was more interested, so it seemed in an older, heavy-set guy sitting to her right. He had bought her a drink and they were deep into a conversation in Spanish. I sat there, wishing, and hoping she would become disinterested in the guy, but that was not going to happen. Finally, the.