There's nothing practical about them. And most people would probably regard the things I thought of as cruel. Like spiking something she was going to ...at with some of my special hot sauce, which I got from a guy who travels to Africa frequently. I told him one time that I like hot spicy food, and he brought me back a jar of this reddish brown paste that had the word "pimento" on it. He suggested I dab a bit on a cracker and eat that, which I guess is how they do it in Senegal. I ended up with. "Mmm Hmmm" I embarrassingly admitted."Do you want more?" She coaxed."Maybe" I panted."Do you want to feel what all good little girl's feel?" She asked, "and to feel how good it feels to be a good little girl for Mommy?" I don't know" I replied. I was genuinely scared."Does this feel nice?" She asked again."YES!" I panted into the bed below."Then more of this will feel better" she said logically, "Plus, you want to feel really good inside, right sweetie?" Mmmm Hmmmm" I finally agreed.She kept. We enjoyed our food, drank too much wine and as we chatted we realised that we had a lot in common, we enjoyed the same music and books, and we had the same sarcastic sense of humour. As we had both been abandoned by our other halves for the night we decided to go to the bar for a couple of drinks. The cocktails were flowing and the conversation was good, we chatted with the barmen, who were really very funny.The barman called last orders at 1pm, pretty early for a holiday resort, but as it was. Still she held her arms aloft with the sweater half off. I reached up with both hands and trailed my fingernails along the underneath of each breast from the outside inward. "Release," I said softly. "Ohhh..." I flattened my palms and slid them under her sweater, caressing the warm skin of her sides. She gasped as my trembling hands smoothed over the soft skin of her full breasts. Her nipples were thick and hard and I grazed my thumbs over them, feeling my cock come to life. "Middle button.