After a few years, it had grown sufficient in size and profit for the Stratford boss Pat D, or paddy, as he is known, to take an interest. Receiving a...polite notice to meet and discuss business, Saim had agreed on a time and place. Eleven in the morning at Plashet Park in East Ham, Saim, sitting on a bench, watches the man walking with a purpose towards him. With six suited men walking behind him, looking like American Secret Service agents, it was obvious to him that it was Pat. Standing. She looks at me. First, as if worried, she pulls her eyebrows together. Then she smiles encouragingly at me before she casts her head upwards and to the side as if to say impatiently, "Come on -- get a move on!" I look at her, confused. Why doesn't she talk -- is she dumb? I feel like a little boy who is told by her mother to hurry to pee. The situation seems unreal, and I am uneasy, but my bladder is full, and this is not the first time a woman sees me pee so why not? I decide to follow her. "Have they blown you?" Lisa inquired. "Yes," I replied awkwardly. "Do you like it when they suck your cock?" Lisa wondered. My eyes moved to the side and my head nodded slightly. "Why didn't you ever ask me to blow you?" Lisa wanted to know. Truth be told, there was no good answer. It didn't seem right when we dated and I thought: if it's not broken, don't fix it. My head bent down "I guess I didn't want to offend you. I've been told they are kinky ladies and not every woman is kinky like. “I was in fact born and mainly raised in Argentina, also in the UK, and my family is of British origin. I was at St George’s School in Buenos Aires, very Anglo, so I’m bi-lingual in English and Spanish. You’re very observant.”“We’re from Paris originally but have lived down here for about ten years. I’m an interior designer, and own some stores on the Cote d’Azur, and my husband is a dentist.” Well, they’re not short of money. “Well, it’s getting hot in here,” she said, putting her hand on.