It didn't take long to find out, either. He reached over, and took hold of my hand and slowly guided it toward his crotch. I felt like I was on a fast...roller coaster, and I kept staring straight ahead….allowing my hand to be moved until it finally found its way into his lap. He squeezed my hand around his cock, and I could feel the enormous girth and length. I couldn't pull away…even when he let go of my hand and let out a sigh. I just sat there, still looking ahead, with my hand wrapped tight. We’ll give this a try. No promises or expectations – either way.”We were already beyond my expectations. I agreed and we set a day and time to go to dinner and see a movie. Come the day, I wore a pair of dockers, a shirt with buttons, and a pair of leather shoes. She let me pick her up at her place and drive us. She wore slacks and a top with buttons and a pair of flats, so I guess we were both trying to step up our game a little bit. We went to an Italian restaurant for dinner. Not the most. I stretched my muscles slightly as a uniformed guard walked to our carfrom a small building outside the gate. She opened the door and noddedto my Mistress."She?ll be staying?" Yes, the complete program. Candace is expecting us," Mistress said."I?m also here for lunch. I?ll be leaving around 1 o?clock." She handedthe guard some papers from her briefcase.That was only a couple of hours from now. She would be leaving? Whatabout me?"Very well Madame." The guard inspected the papers and handed them. .. it is a twice a day mini front when the exhaust of the fish tug engines make perfect smoke rings that follow like bereft halos seeking their fallen angels.Seagull cries, the gentle swash, swash, swash of the outgoing tide against the shore. The putt putt rattle putt rattle rattle putt putt of a make-break two cylinder engine in a Pentwater port Lake Michigan fish tug coming in from a night of net seining for whitefish.They must have been successful, I could smell hickory smoke coming from.