And he bravely let the story be told. "Another beer and one of those cherry... thing... stuff... drink!" Katie slurred over the counter. Her long, unk...mpt light brown hair fell into her face. The bartender rolled his eyes inwardly, but finished the drinks. She watched as two more drinks were added to her tab kind of added up, what she'd owe to her Angel of the High spirits. All in all it might be somewhat around 30 bucks. Katie reached into her backpack to see how much money she had. Her grip. She saw a cone of light shining on two heads with lower bodies indistinct. Mrs. Patron stood off to the side in fuzzy shadow, but she always observed and influenced the two heads. Dan reached to Mrs. Patron for something, was it support, confidence, inspiration? LF scanned her scene, turned back to the core image she built in her mind and found the completing element. The glow from the lamp formed a joint and a barrier that united but separated her two subjects. “I have it, we can go now.” > >. Her breasts were 36EE and looked very natural. She had even let me feel them to prove it to me. Late Saturday she told me she was heading to the airport and would return with her partner for the night. She had a low cut top on and a short skirt. It took a couple of hours, but I heard the front door open and went to see. She was leading him by his hand. He looked like a professional football player. He was about 6'3” with broad shoulders and a small waist. He had a polo shirt on and I thought. For desert we had Baileys over ice in, save for it’s tinkling, complete silence. There was a scintillating heat in the air between us. Occasionally she would stir her drink with her finger, which she would lick clean while looking at me from the corner of her eye. That first session of ours I can see as if it were happening right now. I made a video recording. She had, after all, submitted to my control. A sky-blue fitted sheet drum-headed the king sized mattress of the bed in the middle of.