Her bosom strained her bodice, and I swear I could see her nipples erect against the tight fabric."You certainly sent him off with a flea in his ear, ...aptain." Her voice was pleasant, and the smile she gave me would have melted the heart of a gorgon.I bowed. "Captain Jack Greenaway, at your service, Madame."She curtsied, so low I could see down the valley between her breasts, and my hands and mouth longed to follow the path of my eyes. She looked up at me through long eye lashes, a smile on her. I looked over to see the young guy in driver’s seat, wearing a white tank top and a baseball hat, was already looking at me. He met my eyes and nodded approvingly while licking his lips.I think I actually whimpered at this guy. He could tell I was flustered and waggled his eyebrows suggestively. I wanted nothing to do with him, but there isn’t a good nonverbal way to tell someone “No, it’s not you, your bass is so heavy that it’s working like a vibrator on my cock. Which is a thing I have, by. She can feel a heartbeat, it beats in rhythm with her own. She traces her fingers upwards. It is definitely a man, a very strong and powerful man. Why does he not move or speak? She begins to feel a bit bold. She lifts her hand to his face. His features seem hard. A squared jaw, strong nose. Chiseled would be the best word. She passes over his eyes, they are closed but the lashes are long. Moving her hands upward to his hair. It is long and soft like silk. Oh if she could only see him. She. I talked to the lady and was getting some ideas while going through the clothes and picked out a short skirt and a top that was kinda see through and a blindfold. The lady asked a few questions about what I liked and what the husband liked and I gave her a few ideas and that I wouldn't mind to do a shoot with another female and that I would really like that or with another guy. The lady asked, another guy? I answered yeah, sure if that is allowed. Then the lady said, we will think about it. So.