I watched her in fascination, my cock pumping against my hand as I stroked it.We all watched her as she licked and sucked that vibrator, the whole tim... her free hand stroked her nipples in rhythm. She was really into it, showing off for the crowd of men around her, using her mouth like a Hoover, and making every one of us men stiffer than flagpoles.Someone called out for her to use the vibrator on her pussy, and she obediently turned the toy to her snatch, moaning as it teased her swollen lips. Melissa sighed and started to read again. The words were wonderfully erotic and very well written she thought. She found the descriptions of the woman’s scent and taste fascinating, the touch and feel of the woman’s tongue intriguing and she wondered whether it would be the same sensations as E-sex, or had E-sex somehow, got it all wrong.Melissa looked up from book. It was time to put it all away and go home, she thought. She once again ordered up the AirTax and left the building for. I forgot all my work tensions and tried to reply “oh, it’s you of course I remember you. Anyways how are you?” Reply was “thank god you remember”.And somehow we kept chatting on SMS whole day. I enquired if she is going home this weekend and she wasn’t going. This kept on for few days. We used chat with each other on SMS whenever possible about all the general topics now we knew more about each other. One Friday we planned our trip. She was going to her house and me to my uncle’s home. We drove. Nicola, demure behind her veil and with the harsh steel of her cuffs pressing on her wrists through her gloves, sat surprisingly calmly. The Hackney was warm; a benefit of the steamers is in the recirculation of source of their motive power diverted into the vehicle's heating system, a fortunate benefit for the largely naked Nicola.Our journey was short; our destination the premises of a woman whose skills I have come to rely on in the services I provide. Madame Genoux is possibly one of the.