"Please," he countered. "First, you're hardly old. Second, I'm wildly flattered not repulsed; and third, I would be very, very okay with you trying t... seduce me, Sara. You're incredibly charming and intelligent, and a very sexy, very attractive woman."My young companion proved to be extremely good for my ego. His attentions, flattering compliments, and his ability to make me feel like the absolute centre of the room, was practically making me swoon. I found myself unconsciously fingering my. Every couple of weeks Eritrea arranges for me to stay the weekend and I arrange to have as many men as possible. I how have it down to an art to be ready in less than fifteen minutes for my next client. My wardrobe is extensive. The same woman that does Eritrea’s, launders all my clothes too. It’s expensive, but well worth it. When they come back they look like they’re new. I’m now back at school, still wearing my same school clothes to school. I’ve got to keep up appearances. But, now I know. You gasp, and bring her face closer, moving your leg so you open yourself up to her, allow her access you which she takes greedily, happily, her tongue extending to touch your clitoris, your lips, to taste you, thrill you. This is so exciting to watch, honey, seeing you with another woman. You look at me and smile, reach down to Janelle and pull her off her knees to stand. You lean into her and kiss her, tasting yourself from her mouth. You hold her, kiss her, invade her mouth with your tongue.. Either way I went. Tori and I gussied ourselves up. We were going to a fancy restaurant, so appearance mattered. I decided to pull my hair up and curl little ringlets to hang around my face. I decided to dress a little sexy too. I wore a dark purple halter dress that clung tightly to the top of my body and flared out at the end right above my knees. Tori and I decided to drive to the restaurant together and meet the guys there. Well, truthfully I wanted Tori to take her car so that if I.