..oh God...wait, what are you do..." she didn't get to finish. My tongue was gently dancing over her tight, untouched asshole. It seemed to be a first...for her, and she was moaning in agreement with the new experience. Then her body gave an involuntary shudder. It wasn't enough to be convinced that she came, but enough that she was enthralled by what we were doing. It was exactly then that my conscience hit me, my reluctance returned, and I stopped dead in where I was. "Wait? Why are you. He was a superb engineer and also a very good raconteur. The ladies soon forgot about appearances as Tom took them back in time to the end of the nineteenth century and his stories of firefighting and the equipment they used and some of the fires and rescues the engine had attended. He'd copied the old logbook still extant in a South London station and could build word pictures in their minds that kept them enthralled. Of course they also tried to wheedle from him how he'd spent the previous. And then yesterday, he had given her a business card - an odd one, as it was black, and held only an address, printed in white on one side. Nothing else - and said, "I'd appreciate it if you'd come by at, say, six?"It wasn't a question, the way he'd asked that. And here she was, standing in shadow looking at this amazing man, who seemed totally relaxed in what she could only think to herself was some kind of dungeon. She considered turning around right then and leaving, but something. " I hand it over, a little taken aback by the wayshe says it, as if it's my rank, like 'Mistress', or 'maid." Thank you Sissy boi," she says and turns and walks out, and my eyestrack her ass as she walks out."Oh, you like my sexy chauffeur do you?" Divine smiles. "I'm sure he'dlike a piece of you too... I can arrange that if you like?" No.. I.. er... " I stammer. "Thank you Mistress Divine, you really don'thave to..." Oh I know that.. but I think I might like to..." she chuckles. "So whatyou.