One of the bunny girls walked over, offering me a drink. I grabbed the foaming tankard, and then slowly dropped a dozen casino coins into her cleavage...with a wink, as a tip. Twitching her eyebrows, she said, "Just call out if you need anything. My name is Candy." I'll do that. You're sweet, Candy." I managed to keep from chuckling at my own purposely-lame joke."You don't know how sweet," she said as she turned. She looked back over her shoulder before stepping away, and added, "But maybe you'd. I squeezed my legs together and logged off.The next day, I checked my mail, but nothing from him. I was a little disappointed, but didn't think too much of it. The next day, same thing, but I thought, "What the hell!". I sat down and typed an email to him. I got no reply that night.Two days later, there was a reply. "I have no time for games, Baby. Unless you want my black cock inside your tight pussy, we have nothing to talk about. But if you do, you can call this number. I'm there right now.". She had a special client coming round at eight for his regular fisting and arse stretching, and had laid out what she was going to wear and decided she would put it on.Tara was dressed and ready having a quick sip or two of wine and cigarette when she heard the chatter of voices and the front door open. Putting her glass down and subbing the half smoked cigarette out in the ashtray on the kitchen worktop she strutted out into the hall to great them.Georgy’s jaw dropped as she took a good look. She stopped walking?after all, where is thereshe can walk to??and contented herself to crawl or be carried. Mark willnever go back to what he was, thank god. He'll never be a man again. Sonow it's a matter of building up his sense of worth as a sissy baby. Wedo everything we can to make him feel good about that, don't wepookums?"Wendy leaned forward and ticked my belly."That's so sweet," Steff said, "I noticed that he's wet himself severaltimes since we've been talking." Oh, it's true. Misha.