When I arrived at her apartment, she didn’t disappoint in the dress-up category. She had on a black dress, short, with a halter top that was fairly ...ow-cut. Susan was short, 5’1” about 105 lbs, thin, small tits but fit with shapely legs. I complimented her on her choice of outfits, she coyly said it would look even better on her bedroom floor. This set the tone for some very suggestive flirting at the restaurant. Susan even flirted with the handsome young waiter, asking him to lean over to. In fact, he had spent several weeks at a time in London and Edinburgh, rather than have to come up with excuses for Monique. He knew she understood, but he still did not like having to do it and someday he would explain it to her if she wanted to hear it."You look so serious," Samantha said, reaching out to take his hand, pulling it to her lips and kissing it gently."Good morning. Just wool gathering. Thinking about the evils of society and the good of single people," he said, dissembling. "How. She has masturbated for as long as she could remember. It started out with drying humping her teddy bear. Then she eventually discovered how much pleasure she could receive from her own hand. As Stacey got older she was exposed to the world of toys. Toys that spin, vibrate, pulsate, and thrust. Stacey has actually broken a few toys over time...some with in a week of getting them. There are times were she would masturbate 3-5 times a day. As she got older and had k**s...her self pleasure time. " And I felt my face blush. He smirked."Don't worry. I promise to be gentile. I will not hurt you. Well, unless you like it that way." He winked making me blush even more. Then resumed taking off my shirt, revealing my black bra. Filled by my b-cup tits. I looked down."Sorry they're kind if small." He gently lifted my face with his thumb and index finger."They're perfect" and he kissed me again. This time his hands gently moving to my bra and starting to cup and squeeze my breasts, making me.