It wasn’t the dress, which was really just a shapeless black sacky sort of thing; her breasts and hips were discernible, but not emphatically so. It...was something about the combination of her blonde hair, blue eyes, and the green makeup.She laughed at me; it was a sound I was beginning to like, a lot. “How long has it been since you got laid?” she asked.“It could have been five minutes ago,” I replied. “I don’t think it would have made any difference.”“Well, this”—she indicated her face—”is for. So beautiful and manly, his big, hanging, foreskin and vein covered cock drew my eager mouth to it like a magnet. Breathing in his scent, feeling the soft but firm flesh of his shaft on my face. I wanted nothing more than to taste it and to pleasure hm. Soon his wonderful, thick, white cum became all I wanted and all I could think about. I quickly came to crave it, I quickly realized my love of making him cum. The taste, while strange at first, was incredibly addicting. Soon, tasting it wasn’t. Do you wanna join me?Me: Um. Ya. Okay, why not. As long as you don’t have corona-virus. (smiles)She poured some coffee and we chatted for an hour sitting on the steps of the shauchalay. Sitting there, we exchanged numbers and found out we had a lot in common.We discussed ‘GOT’, ‘Breaking Bad’, some of our favorite bands, and our favorite books. Half the time during our conversation, I couldn’t focus on what she was saying as she was so fucking gorgeous. She looked almost like a slimmer, younger. I won't even use my power on you. Thatsounds a pretty good deal to me, huh? Oh, and if you choose to come tothe toilet, you'll put your hand up and ask permission to go and changeyour nappy." With that, she simply got up and walked out.***If possible, Ross was even more stunned than before. One minute, shewas ranting and raving at him, the next she just lets him go. And hedidn't even have to do anything, just sit here and think about thedubious pleasures he was missing out on. Which he did. And.