I entered her with one finger and then two, methodically moving in and out as I crooked my fingers to slide over her g-spot, which unlike many women, ...as clearly prominent and easy to locate. Each time I touched it, she twitched. My other hand circled her clit and she arched. I could feel her swelling with excitement.She reached over and pulled my shorts down. My cock popped out and she moaned, "So nice, baby, so nice."Her hand wrapped around it and she caressed it with long strokes. I could. I pulled it out to find itto be a leotard. I looked it over and found it actually looked bigenough to fit my large frame! It was a long sleeved leotard with azipped back and a turtleneck. I noticed that there was a small metalchain built into the zipper. I looked closely at it and realized it wassome kind of metal painted to match the pink of the leotard. I pulledout the new note and read it."Put it all on in order, and be ready for your mistress."I hurried upstairs to bed with my new toy, and. You see, I had never had a girlfriend so I had never even kissed a girl before. I was quite nervous around girls and I could not talk to them to save my life. But I knew that in two days after this I'd never see her again, nor any of her family, so I really didn't care if what I dared to do, screwed up (which I was sure it would). I politely knocked on the door to say good night. This would have been the fourth or fifth night there, and it was customary in France to give every person a kiss on. Her bare feet made little padding sounds across the hardwood floor. She walked toward me, hips swaying, completely naked and unconcerned. It was beautiful. Her chin lifted as she looked up. ‘I want you to dance with me, John. All those nights standing in the crowd with cigarettes- Dance with me… please?’ Like I said, I like to think I’m a gentleman when it comes to blondes. My dick wouldn’t let me say no to a nude woman anyway. Without her heels, the top of her head came to the middle of my.