Gotcha!" Yes, you did. You had me going there. For a minute I wasn't sure what to say. I am going to need to watch myself with you. The reason I am ca...ling is to tell you that my daughter Julie had a baby girl. Everyone is doing fine and I am going to be going out to LA next week to visit. I was wondering if you could take some time off." Matt, the last time you asked me if I was available we visited Hoover Dam at 9:30 on a Sunday morning. Steve is still chuckling about that. I don't know if I. The girls at the club always said they did, especially the hookers and those naughty “girls” who just loved a good fuck. Perhaps when I showed up at my door greeting John in a sheer nighty and heels I must have had some kind of plan that I was knowingly willing to admit to. Now I realized that what was about to happen was something that I really must have wanted deep in my repressed and apparently always quite inhibited mind.How ironic was it that my first guy would be more the size of a. Entering the room Barry and Joyce were introduced to Jamal, the owner of the club, and his friend Mark. The VIP room was amazing, it had a pool table, a full bar, works of art that probably cost thousands. They sat around a large table round table. Joyce couldn't believe this was going the way it was as she looked in anger at Barry who continued his debate with Reginald. She couldn't stand it any longer. Her body felt so good and her pussy was aching for it, but she bit her tongue as she tried. Lookingback, I couldn't help but wonder what other people thought whenthey saw me carrying a razor strap, and Diane with that paddle!No one said anything...and the clerk at the store didn't evenflinch when I bought them both.We made our way to a restaurant, and talked about many things.Diane was a commercial artist, single, and had broken up with aboyfriend six months ago. She liked antiques and good food.Her relationships were short lived. "I guess I'm just a naughtygirl," she explained. .