My attention connects with him and I feel the darker energy muffled with the soft tiredness. Perhaps it’s all my projection. He is beautiful in that...moment. What does he want? Our conversation swings from his business to me undressing, taking orders from him, to me offering my own knowledge of the psychology of people. It's an interesting scene where we both know a sexual event will occur for the trading of money yet we're talking about business like two casual friends, or perhaps two lovers. She found herself breathing heavily and starting to moan as the familiar feelings of an orgasm approach. She pulled David closer to her and he began to nuzzle her neck and then, to her joy, moved down until he was gently kissing and licking her breasts. This was it! Only a few seconds of this and suddenly she came. She raised her hips off the bed, as if to deepen the penetration of Davids finger and his mouth fastened around her nipple as her orgasm trembled through her. She found it hard not. Remembering the man in the corner, she reaches around for her purse and digs into it for her compact. Pretending the powder her nose, she looks into the mirror and sees the man sitting in the corner."It's been so long," she thought, "since I had a man with me. Being a working single mother it's hard to keep any kind of social life going." She kept looking at him in the mirror wondering what it be like with him on top, filling her with his love. Kissing her, massaging her breasts and whispering. There are those sensual beauties , that are so breathtaking to one, attributes that so closely mirror inner fetishes, that they become lifetime fantasies. Before Tina, none stayed with me in erotic memories for very long, fading into the deep recesses of my memories. Her body so matches everything Ive ever sought in the body of a woman. The sight of her makes my pulse race so. My core fetish, adult breastfeeding, has found devotion to her. If life were truly fair, I could , each night, in.