’ I couldn’t help but smile at the thought. ‘Easy there cowboy. It gets better!’ Austin smirked. ‘How can it get better than needing to get ...o know her?’ I asked, probing for the whole story. It was usually better than digging through the portfolio pile he was about to hand me. ‘Your cover is that you’re an amateur photographer who enjoys teaching beginners and friends. She thinks of herself as a model and photographer of sorts too. But she’s more of a model wannabe. You need to get to know her. Lastly, I am not attracted to BBCs or other 'gurls'. I'm so sorry but I'm just not.Um, here’s a little bit about what I NEED to have happen when we first meet if you want me to be as relaxed as I possibly could with you because the more relaxed I am, the more pleasure you can derive from me … After you answer the door and invite me in, you'll politely ask if I would like anything to drink. I'll think for a second and begin to answer by saying, "Um ..." but you'll quickly interrupt me and say. As I was saying, if you want a bitch teaching a lesson, thenI'm your man. When I say "lesson", I mean a lesson they'll neverforget. Let me make it plain from the start that there are some things I won'tdo, mainly because I don't think such measures are necessary. I'm not intomutilation, body modification or scarring. I won't beat a gal black and blue:a few slaps now and then is all they need to be brought into line. And don'teven think about snuff. Those things aside, anything goes. The only. I let him do, without moving. He unbuttoned my shirt. His eyes were shining with impatience. His hands gripped my shoulders, caressing down my arms, and my waist. Suddenly, he turned me around, unzipped my skirt, and pushed it at my feet. I could now feel his hands cupping my ass, and then going up my back, in a firm massage. I felt him approach me from behind, the warmth emanated from his body. One hand reached to my throat and caressed it, gently pressing on it. I gasped. While I was facing.