At dinner we talked about the job and her appreciation of the job I had done. After dinner she asked if I wanted to go for a few drinks as she was su...posed to meet a girlfriend of hers. Having nothing better to do I accepted what led to what was the hottest 2 years sexually I had ever experienced. It did not take me long to realize that she was interested in more then my work skills and as the night went on it became very apparent that I was going to get lucky. I dont drink much as for some. Your hand moves down my body, twisting my nipple and pulling in a way that causes my upper body to rise without any direction from me. Then your hand disappears and I feel your fingers spreading my juices from my pussy to my tight ass. Your fingers teasing and probing.Your tongue begins to move faster as you slip two fingers inside me – your little finger pushing against my ass…forcing an entry that makes me pull away a bit – but only a bit. I cannot abandon your mouth and tongue…I. It’s just too much of a hassle,” he replied, before qualifying, “I order women from an agency that knows me very well. They know what I like and always send the right ‘merchandise’ to my hotel.” Then after taking a sip of his beer, Mikhail gave me his full philosophy on the matter.“If you pick a woman up at a bar, you have to buy them drinks and talk your arse off. When you get back to the hotel, more talk follows before you hopefully get them into bed. Then all the do’s and don’ts follow, and. "A collar is a collar. A kajira is a kajira. Onlya fool would free a slave, they say." Curla looked down at the carpet."Yeah, but Bibi?" Charlie brought the conversation round to what wasimportant. The girl-once-a-guy Curla and her unfortunate sex-changedcompanions weren't any concern of his."Memories are deceitful. I cannot remember now why I felt that way abouther and she with me but here and now and in this reality, those feelingsare no longer present." He picked up one of the black-edged.