.."He shook his head strenuously. "You're not a pervert babe," he assured her. "It sounds like you're bisexual. That occurs through no fault of yours ...nd it doesn't make you a bad person." He cleared his throat a little. "To tell you the truth, this whole discussion has kind of turned me on." Turned you on?" she asked, shocked, thinking that he was putting her on. And then she looked down at his cock, which, despite the fact that he had just spent in her, was now well over three-quarters hard. Anyway here are the details:Well, I really wanted to experience a bit of bdsm (not hardcore, just sensual) which might involve a whip, handcuffs etc. To cut a long story short even those were not available and the agent said that the girl would just use her hands, feet etc. Not what I really wanted but I thought I should give it a try anyway. So I reached and he gave me a choice of 2 girls. One was fair, slim and about 5'3" tall (I am about 5'7"). The other one was darker, 5'2" and had a bit of. Swan could easily be trouble for lots of guys if she wanted to! Her costume was similar to the rest of the ladies, but it seemed different, somehow. I think it was just because she wore it differently. She wore it like… like she owned it. Instead of being a uniform to denote her place in society, it was a tribute to her free will. It was a glorious middle finger lifted up to the rest of the world saying, “This is me, bitch! Love me or go fuck the hell off!” Her makeup, instead of being garish. I'll be your coach." Vicky looked so happy as we clinked glasses, two conspirators grinning across the table. I was already thinking about what to do, getting excited by the challenge. I told her, "Give me a few days. I'll get organized." There was one more thing. She suggested very generous terms for a coaching fee, but I declined. "No need for that. I'm just helping you as a friend." We stood to leave. She squeezed my hand, looking very pleased, then pulled me in for a hug. The following.