"She tried her best to maintain her composure as she scanned my crotchless panties, so then I asked her, "What are you doing later tonight?" Oh, I... ... think you're very pretty, but... I... I have a boyfriend,"She replied as she stumbled over her words.I just smiled at her and winked as I handed her 'my' credit card andsaid, "If you ever want to, I can probably show you a few things. Youknow where I work."The saleswoman shifted her weight on her feet awkwardly until a fewmoments later when the. A knock was heard at the door and before he went to answer, Bernard placed his mistress in a sleeping pose and covered her wound with the bed sheets so no one would suspect. Opening the door he saw a young boy carrying a large tray on it was, two cooked fowls, wine, bowl of hot water, two plates, glasses and 2 pairs of knifes and forks. The tray was much too heavy for the boy, but he carried it to a table in the room, he then bowed low to Bernard and left clearly not taking any notice to the. She clung to him as her will crumbled. She clung to him as she balanced on the precipice. She clung to him as the world came down to his hot, strong, hard tongue and the way it was driving her out of her mind. And then... and then there was no time for thought as the urgency of the moment spun her away in one wild burst of feeling that blotted out everything else.Two days later Devlin paused in the lobby of the Athletic Club. It was 11:45, it was raining heavily outside and she felt soaked.. ”I groaned. Sanitary pad? Could I really do this? I was also surprised that Deena thought of me in such a bad way. I’d had no idea. I fantasized about her all the time – tall, good looking, amazing muscular tone, incredible legs - a masturbator’s dream.Xena pulled Deena’s used sanitary pad out of the last container. It had obviously dried a bit but was clearly quite wet in parts. And very red. I looked desperately at Pam, who was staring at me, eyes wide open, in rapt attention. She looked like.