" Thanks. Buy a girl a drink?" Sure" he said as he waved a waitress over. She gave her order and he said, "I'm surprised to see you here." I can't say...that I ever expected to be here or see you again. I've fought it for months, but I finally had to admit something to myself - I liked it."He grinned (it was more like a leer) and said, "Do tell? Want to do it again huh?" Well, yeah, but I kind of want to lead up to it next time." How's that?" You and then the others, one at a time until I'm. They got to talking and she talked and talked, revealing the intimate details of her life as if they had known one another for years. Soon they were meeting for coffee weekly. She spoke of her fascination with the world of Domination and submission and her boredom in her marital bedroom. Cindy told him that she had just recently read Ann Rice’s “sleeping Beauty” trilogy and it had opened her eyes to her true feelings. She felt that she wanted to be treated like a “slave,” to get in touch with. It was so hot. Ms. Samuels taught at our college and Lee was her daughter. They were pressed against him, the professor's big breasts pillowing against his side, her hand resting on Clint's crotch, rubbing her nephew's hardon through his jeans.A faint delight rushed through me. I wanted to be fucked by Clint so badly. He was the reason this all happened. He inspired such lust in me that my mom caught me masturbating while fantasizing about Clint fucking me up the ass.“They're all free to be. “Oh,” she said and looked back toward the distant stage. My eyes did the same as I waited to see what happened next. I certainly didn’t trust my mouth right then. In my peripheral vision I saw her take a joint from her Altoids can, light it and take a hit, then hand it to me. Looking over to accept it, I saw the most curious expression on her face, one I don’t recall seeing before. Well, if she’s sharing a joint, she can’t be too mad at me. After a couple more hits each, she sat the joint.