The bartender excused herself, as she placed the portable bar tray in from of me and delivered my meal. A reflex action of licking my lips arrived sim...ltaneously with the aroma of the grilled steak. She was watching me, as my dinner was placed before me and the ritual began. I leaned forward slightly and closed my eyes, inhaling the steam that rose from my plate. Once more I licked my lips. My mouth was watering in anticipation of the first bite of a perfectly prepared filet. I was a picture of. She was sex starved too as her husband used to use her as a show piece after the birth of their only son.we exchanged messages and agreed to meet to fullfill our desires and fantasies.i had a friend who lived in the same city and left his house keys with me to keep a check in his absence while he was visiting his parents back in india on the day of our meeting, i left my house as usual to go to office in the morning.i went and set down in one of mccdonalds untill the time ,i had to pick my. Like all women I come across, I had given the one with me the once over. She was small, make that petite, with dark hair that appeared to have no styling other than its length, which it had plenty of. Her face, unadorned, apart from some mascara and lipstick, was oval and she had bright grey eyes. The most noticeable feature though was a three to four inch scar that started on her forehead and arced close to her left eye, down to her cheek.It was only when she laughed that I suddenly wanted to. His eleven inches of thick iron stuck straight up like a flagpole. Something deep inside her body told her to just go over to him and sit on it, but she resisted her a****listic urge. This was her sister's son after all."It's about dominance. No one will respect you if you don't have dominance." That was Samantha's philosophy of life, and it had worked well so far.Bobby chuckled. "I bet you got all kinds of whips and chains and shit under your bed. I've fucked a few crazy chicks like you. They.