I felt his hand unbuttoning my skirt. “Are you crazy? Were outside.” I tried 2 push his hand away but he had me. He knew exactly what to do. With...one lick I felt my legs buckle as he held me up. His tongue dancing around my neck. He pulled my panties to the side and stuck his finger inside of me. I gasped as he went deeper and deeper first one then two fingers until finally he had three inside of me. I slowly began to rock back on his hand. He knew exactly what to do and he does it so well. He. Dustin starts with, “We're still trying to maybe link the dreams to the three times you actually died on the table Matthew. You think you can remember any traumatic events in the dreams—that maybe would interpret the real world of you dying”? I sit and think for a moment, then taking a swig of my beer, softly respond, “Ya—I think so”.I described that prolly Maurice being killed in the final game of my Senior year in football, that's prolly when I died in my dreams. Everyone shook their heads. Out of necessity more thandesire, I learned more and more about the business. Mr. Coupling apparentlywas impressed. It was early summer of the year2008 when I finally got to see the owner. Paul Simmons had flown into New Yorkfrom his ranch in Nevada. He was younger than I imagined, perhaps in his earlythirties. He was just over six feet tall and sported a thin mustache. I guessedhe was either Latin or Italian, probably a little of each. His wife and two beautiful femaleassistants accompanied. As we sat across from one another after a good hour and thirty minutes of drinking and conversation she lifts her high heeled shoe and places it on my crotch. This is where the fun begins, she looks into my eyes and tells me how much she wants me to pull out my cock and masturbate into her drink, she wants to drink it right there at the table. As I guy that is always in control this girl knew what she wanted and how to get it. Pushing her high heeled shoe harder into my crotch my cock grew.