A tall, older gentleman came in to the restaurant for a late dinner. He was by himself and was the quiet type, but had a nice smile. I could tell he...liked what he saw when I greeted him at the hostess counter. His face lit up. I was wearing one of my more revealing dresses that was too short, and had an open v-cut in the front. It is a bit too low cut for me to wear to work, but it makes me feel sexy.We had the usual chit-chat as I showed him to a table. I put him in a more private area. Shewrote notes about that in a book on her desk, explaining that one of the sadisticclients had asked her if she could come up with a victim who would accept beingpierced with small darts. That was a frightening idea for me, but one thatI couldn't stop thinking about. When Jane had finished questioning me, shesaid that she would now discuss the interview with some other people. WoundI wait for perhaps 15 minutes, and would I be willing to have a session thatevening? I said yes to both, though. . Huh?" It's not glass."I gave it a closer look, "Nope ... those are not glass. Damn ... now what?" I think we need to talk to the heir ... I'm going to have nightmares if we don't." Pick out a couple and I'll see if I can put the rest back."It wasn't easy ... we kept finding more ... finally, Grace said, "Enough ... just leave it. Let's go call."We left the boat ... climbing up one ladder and climbing down another. An 85 foot long sailboat hull is really tall. Well over 25 feet from the top of. He stopped there long enough to suckle each nipple and urge Lana further up onto the bed.As he settled between her thighs and she reached for his rock hard tool to help him slide it into her, she teased him.“Mindy wants you to do this to her” she said.His face rose from her breasts. His nose was shiny with her juices. “What?”“She told me she’s saving herself for you.” Lana pulled on his cock, nudging the tip between her wet pussy lips.“What are.