’ French continued to stroke him, drawing lazy patterns in the swirl of hair on his chest and savoring the hot, smooth yet hair-roughened texture of...his skin. She noticed that he had a trio of tiny moles on his shoulder that formed a perfect equilateral triangle whose outline she traced with her fingertip. She ran her hand down his torso, lightly brushed past his morning erection and on to the muscular curve of his thighs and massaged the muscles there with firm strokes. She slid her hands up. What do you call them...Angel feet? Mmm! Just suck her big toe in her pantyhose! Well that's a bummer. Because you’re my little bitch now!”The light got turned on. It wasn't bright light, but nicely dimly lit. I saw Flora in her black sheer pantyhose with those floral patterns running along her long beautiful legs. She wore a black leather corset with a long leather cape going over her shoulders which dragged on the floor as she walked across the room in some high heels peep toes. Oh my god,. Slowly I slid my finger into my tight pussy. I reached for and found my g-spot and began massaging. Just as I was getting into it my phone beeped. - can you meet tonight? - It was Mr. Stranger.My initial reaction was to tell him no. But a good fucking sounded so much better than masturbating. Plus if I was going to end things with him for good I’d have to be woman enough to do so in person, at least that’s how I reasoned things in my head.-yea. I'll be there in 20-super I looked down at the pjs. ”She, again and again, asked me that she was not giving any green signal and will only go if she will be treated just as a friend. I agreed and took her to my home.On reaching home, I asked her if she would like beers. Here in Melbourne, beer is preferred over whiskey. She agreed and we started talking.We shared our past experiences and how we both read ISS stories. We were sitting in the bedroom on the bed. After 2 beers each, I was feeling the buzz. I knew that she would be feeling the same.