" Heavy footsteps and the clatter of Coke bottles signaled her return from the kitchen. "Here, Suzanne. Hope you don't mind drinkin' from the bottle. ...e're kinda short on glasses." That's fine, thank you," Suzanne said."Okay, so Donald says you wanna ask some questions. You jest fire away."There was a slight shake to the floor as the woman subsided into a rickety chair. Suzanne reached into her purse and took out a small notepad and a pencil. As she readied herself, she was grimly aware that. Ropes, handcuffs, nipple clamps, and a few surprises.” He laughs. You giggle, feeling another blush coming on. “So let’s get this show on the road.” He announces, and takes your hands to pull you to a standing position next to the bed. Not sure exactly what you should be doing, you pull your top over your head and off, tossing it onto a chair. He tugs at the bottom of your skirt until it passes your waist and drops to the floor, where you step out of it. Bending over, you pick it up and toss. "I moved to his side as I turned his head away from me. I began spanking him with my hand. By the time both of his ass cheeks were red, I could see the tip of his cock sticking straight out. It looked very hard. I grabbed it and said, "I was hoping you would respond well to that."I stroked it a few times and then withdrew my hand. The next thing he felt was my lubed fingertip pressing into his crack. I rubbed it gently against his asshole until he relaxed and let it slip in. When he relaxed. He had all the toys --- tailored suit; red sports car; straight cut hair; straighter teeth; shiny trinkets --- but it were as if he kept the real him tidied out of the way. I picked up a small wire sculpture of an a****l. A pig? It did nothing for me. I put it back in its place on the dustless sideboard. Maybe it was the challenge of excavating the real him that kept me with him. How traditionally female was that? I could bet he was powering his life with a significant overdraft but that was.