Stupid stupid, put the phone down.I sat, on the hardwood floor for a while, cramp in my legs, and doubt drowning my head.I should just call, if he is ...here, the worst thing he can do is hang up!I dialled the number and waited, the phone was ringing, oh, what if a woman answered, what would I say........'Hello'... a deep voice answered, shit, what do I say.'Err..hi, I don't know if I have the right contact details but I am hoping I found the right number'. The guy could be anyone, what the hell. I echoed you with my own smile, and my eyes emitted animated euphoria as kicking a shoe off, you stretched a leg out, eager to enjoy compliments of pleasure produced from a surreptitious glance of toe touching nylon. You wondered about touching slightly higher. I could see in you the longings to, and you speculated, even dared yourself to, hoping it wouldn’t be noticed. I in turn dared draw from your lip a remaining teardrop of tea with my finger, allowing it to dally there before lifting it to. This is where the lies come in."Her face was expressionless as she stared at him. "Go on," she said."Are you sure you want me to?"She nodded. "Yes. Please do." Okay," he said. "Men like to joke about how they don't know how women think, but that's another lie. We may not know everything about what motivates you and some men really are clueless, as I'm sure you've encountered in your life, but when it comes to women's attitudes about sex and relationships, we know much more than we generally let. “Don’t just stare at it!” he grunted and tugged on her leash towards him. She had forgotten herself but was snapped back to her role as sex pet. She immediately started to lick his member in long luxurious strokes. She started at the bottom and licked her way up to the tip, then swirled her tongue around the head and stroked all the way back to the bottom. She took his balls in one hand and massaged them as her tongue worked at his shaft.Taking hold of her head, he pushed her mouth down over.