Her eyes were downcast as she concentrated on sending a text message. I took my time putting my jacket back on and straitening it, while looking at he... long, honey blonde hair and lips of pale vermillion. She was smartly dressed in a grey business suite and wore a few discreet rings along with a small gold watch. She now glanced at the watch then unceremoniously tossed the phone back into a small handbag. She looked up. The waiter had just reappeared and I saw her blue eyes catch the light and. I can make any man hard, andhave been known to turn on some bi-curious female customers, too (I'mhere for anyone's pleasure, regardless of gender, color or taste).Anyway, the waiting is the worst part. Wondering what the next jobwill be like. I'm not into playing "little girl" and I'm not verygood behind a whip. But oh, there's some things I'm very good at(with both men and women), and it makes these nights all worthsomething.I'm kind of partial to being the submissive, know what I mean?Playing. He had watched his boys turn into men and disappear over the horizon towards their destiny as his wife became increasingly frigid and antisocial. One morning in one of her frequent bursts of rage, her overtaxed heart burst, leaving him to weather his final years alone and lonely. He became bitter and turned towards himself, rarely seeking the console of others and growing to despise those who did. His days were long and he frequently found himself staring at the ceiling.Cristal wasn't very. My bra and blouse were gone, and I woke up to this sucking sound. Hubby had put two battery operated breast pumps on my nipples and they were humming along, feeling very good. (My nipples are extremely sensitive and I go crazy when they're sucked.)I looked around just as 4 of the guys came up and bungied my knees and ankles tightly together. In those tight jeans the butterfly was pushed tightly against my clit. Then hubby turned it on.I was on display, drunk, horney, tits being mechanically.