I was more than willing for some fun, was gagging for his cock and willing to be a right dirty bitch if he wanted. My cunny was already wet from antic...pation, my juices frothing up nicely in my panties."Wow", he said as I opened the van passenger door to get in. "You look nice"."Thanks", I responded. "I thought you might approve".I slid into the seat of the van beside him, my skirt exposing a good length of my bare legs as I did so,"Love the skirt, well what there is of it!", he cheekily told. I decided to make Charles tell me more about himself. He described himself as a sort of corporate problem solver which he claimed to be less difficult than it sounded as his clients always seemed to know what they should really be doing and the only challenge was to persuade them to accept it. "Are you persuasive then?" I asked. Charles made no reply. I looked up at his blue eyes staring back at me and knew that all he needed to do was look at me with those piercing blue eyes and I would do. “That’s where I went wrong. If I’d have married a married woman, I’d probably still have her panting after me.”“Men are such a pain in the ass,” sighed Erica.Terry didn’t miss a beat. “No wonder you have problems with men. I don’t think you’re supposed to let them do it in the ass, Erica.”She was once again, shocked by this curious man. He’d said something completely unacceptable, but the way it came out was just a little teasing joke. Still, she didn’t want to respond to that, so she went back. Bridget wasn't quite sure why, but for the first time in her life, she felt self-conscious about not knowing things other people knew. Adam told Bridget to brush her teeth and hair, and go to bed so she would be ready for the next day, and then left her to her thoughts, perplexity still evident on her face. Adam then went to the basement of his mansion to make sure everything was ready for the next day. Seven leather whips of different sizes and shapes hung from hooks by the chalk board, the.