Choosing her dress required no great decision: the gold and black she bought last year to dazzle Dan when she insisted he join her in San Francisco fo... their anniversary. The bodice was of metallic gold fabric that cupped her breasts for modest support but was split to the waist front and back. The skirt of the dress was made of black silk cut short on the right side to reveal generous length of thigh but angled down to a point below the knee on her left. Dan picked out many of her evening. Gowen, cleaned under his chin with a damp cloth, then worked her way down. She was pleased to see his attention was on the opening in the top of her blouse. When she pulled his sheet the rest of the way down she paused for second or two for her eyes to take in a good eight inches of oh so thick, solid, throbbing man meat. Her gorgeous boobs, swaying about in her low cut bra, that she was sure he would notice in her partially opened scrub top, had done what she wanted them too. “If you'd. " I moaned, feeling the areola crinkle tightly with a wonderful throb. This intense pleasure/pain brought a flood of moisture between my thighs.The first time he entered my mind, it was more clinical, in a way maybe just an exercise to show me he could do it. He had me sit starting at a single point on a blank computer screen as he spoke to me. I was not to move my eyes from that point. Very soon, I developed a sort of tunnel vision - which is a normal reaction to staring at one point so long -. I pulled apart the cigarette from my mouth and expelled the smoke up very slowly, while letting a stream circulate between my legs, passing through her delicate hands, like those statues of little angels urinating in the parks. It felt extremely pleasant. Sometimes details like these make one feel like a king being spoiled, without giving any order. I could feel the word “your majesty” being whispered next to my ears as she moved it slowly. I threw my head back with the cigarette in my mouth,.