Too long if me memory serves he right!’ he thought with a little grin on his face and a little bulge in his pants. As he crossed the road, he gave a...wolf whistle and the woman turned her head and looked at who gave it, she’d been getting them all day in those tight jeans and white top, through which everybody could see her black bra. As she turned she saw his face and then realised why the wolf whistle. As she saw his face it brought back so many memories of their time. ‘Oh god was he good, in. ”*She knows you’re a submissive, the site you met her on told her so, as did the 300 pictures you had posted on it.*She goes on to say, “I see you as a man, but I also kinda see you as a kinky chick, and I know the type being a kinky chick myself, in fact . . . you sort of remind me of this submissive girl I went to college with. Don’t get me wrong though, that’s a *good* thing.”“It *is?* ”She nods seriously, “Hell yeah. You’re not like most guys I’ve known . . . you’re sweet, sensitive, kind .. He longed to be those panties, to be that bra, to cup that warm sensuous flesh of hers in his hands, to drown in the sensations. His mouth was dry and he swallowed hard as he brought the binoculars up to his eyes and adjusted them for the clearest picture. He felt like a kid about to see a pair of breasts and a pussy for the first time; he was out of his mind with excitement and his cock showed it. He undid towel, let it fall, and with his free hand, stroked his hardon. He thanked God for. I went out with a lot of men while I was dancing as an exotic dancer. Most of the time they wanted to get laid and I made them pay big time. That's how I got my boobs augmented and all of my piercings and tattoos," she grinned and then chuckled.For the first time Mel told them about her life as a dancer. "You come on the stage in your skimpy outfit and look the audience over. After a few dances, you can pick out your intended targets. It was not always a case of the best tippers but quite often.