"I don't suppose the game is worth that much to you! I just want to... well... I have a very specific fetish." A fetish?" he asked, looking like this ...as maybe getting too involved to be worth a Sunday spent playing a game."It's not a horrible fetish," I reassured him with a smile, glancing around to make sure that the shoppers walking past us weren't paying attention to us. "It certainly won't involve any discomfort or... er... unpleasantness for you." I'm not gay," he snapped.I nodded back.. It contained only one piece of furniture, a large comfortable chair in which he found his place immediately. Entering the room then was the male attendant with a martini, freshly prepared to his taste.Both attendants then left the room to return moments later, one on either side of her, guiding her with a hand on each upper arm. She wore a loose knee length party dress, four inch heels – and a hood! They led her to the center of the room a few feet in front of his chair, raised her hands. "Could be..." Maryreplied. "Except whoever it is, she doesn't appear to be wearingevening gloves..." "No! No, she isn't!" Vicki broke in,confirming Mary's assertion. "And, I do believe that I caughtglimpses of a hemline every now and again, so its' mostly likelya dress and not a leotard..." See!" Vicki proclaimed a moment or so later as Magatrix,dressed in a sexy black satin cocktail dress and Jasmine, in asimilarly cut liquid silver one, began to casually lace theirway across room. "I was. . I close my eyes and push against his fist, and push my bottom up against his timidly pumping hand. I can feel his breath on the head of my cock. I tell him to push hard against my thrusts."That's it. . .twist your hand. . .and yes! yes! You've got it, son. . .just a little more!" I grab the back of his head and shove it down against my cock. "Lick Daddy! See? This is where you came from just eight years ago. What is going to come out is what I put into your mommy to make you happen. That's.