I had met him over the internet on craigslist. We had talked. Exchanged pictures. And tonight, tonight was the night. I had checked into the hotel aro...nd five and began preparing. I laid my clothes out on the bed. My white panties trimmed in lace and my white thigh highs. My four inche white heels, open toed that would show off my pedicure and my pink toenail polish. A white lacy bra to push up my small breasts. A one piece dress, pink and tight that gathered at my waist and showwed off my ass. They’ll only be looking at me for a moment. As soon as I say ‘Hello,’ you kill the lights and the Keynote begins.”“Very good, Birdie. You won’t have time to be nervous. Once the first slide goes up on the screen, everyone will be looking at that.”Ms. Sloane may be the Brains of the Outfit, but I quickly induced her strategy. She had shortened and shortened the presentation. More photos, graphics, less words.My sainted mother chipped in, “You’re good-looking, Birdie Brewster, a real crowd. . . you name it, it probably happened. Men multiplied rapidly, and the phones rang off the hook. Mark became a hot commodity with the ladies, and sports provided constant background noise. This brings us back to the present. * * * * * ‘Holly! Holly, baby, where are you?’ ‘Mark, if you call me baby one more time, so help me . . .’ ‘But, Holly, you are my baby. I love you to no end.’ ‘What do you want, Sugar Bunny?’ ‘Sugar Bunny? You did not just call me Sugar Bunny.’ I can hear his buddies. It really turned me on. He then went down and kissing my thighs, going higher to my tight pussy with each kiss. He looked at me and lick my clit, I let out a little moan. He got his tongue really wet and let the wetness drip from his tongue onto my clit and then he kept licking and sucking on my pussy, making me moaning louder and louder. He kept licking my special spot and the faster he went the wetter my pussy got. Out of nowhere he stopped. I looked down up at him and he had a smirk on his.