. el camarero. Un chaval jovencito, muy afeminado, pero con aire pasota...Me senté en la barra, pedí mi cubata y me quede muy desilusionada. El loca... tenía un barra a la entrada de forma alarga un final en "L", hacía la pared. Me puse al final asi veía la puerta. El camarero, me dijo que era muy temprano, me empezó a preguntar cosas y supo que era travesti, en la intimidad, casado, porque había ido asi. Me dijo que quedaba muy bien lo que llevaba, nos reímos cuando le dije que todo era de mi. He agreed immediately and we made arrangements for him to come round reminding him to bring his binoculars.The day arrived and I let him in telling him we might be lucky as she was definitely home but that nothing was likely to happen until about 10. We sat and chatted and I told him I often had a wank watching her (I didn’t mention the visit to her garden just yet, not sure how much we could trust each other yet). About 9:45 we went to my bedroom and sure enough at 10 the lights went out in. Ahhhh what a sight! U simply wanna be lost in that moment. I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb gently. She let out a sigh. As I continued to rub her clit I inserted a finger of my other hand into her. She let out a huge moan and the expressions on her face said that she is enjoying. Trust me, seeing that expression on a women’s face makes me feel so horny.I continued fingering her for a while and kept rubbing her clit. Now it was time for to move forward. While I was fingering her I started. I said tattooing is painful, but most are more than able to tolerate the pain for what they want. She asked if there was a way to dull the pain and I told her about being relaxed and that there is a topical cream I could use. She said that she had a certain reaction to pain that she thought would be best avoided in this situation. I told her that I needed to know what the reaction was in case I would need to assist her in some way. She said well frankly she was sexually excited by pain and her.