Pat was a talented bass guitar player, he was in popular local bands and he was making money playing music – a lot more than any of us ever made fro... playing football. In stature, Pat was a good looking guy, handsome, about 5’11, slim, (though his weight fluctuated) and a non smoker. And he was fun to hang out with. I’d go to rock gigs with him, I’d be the big guy and lug amplifiers around and I’d get in for free as a roadie, and there were always chicks at the shows. Many of these experiences. ”Relieved that Lionel had not fallen under a lorry, become trapped on the Underground or suffered a heart attack or any of the other myriad scenarios her imagination had conjured over the last two hours, Allison became calmer. As she did so, she realised that she didn’t care why he was late. She was also determined to have Lionel understand the worry he had caused her. And since, she reasoned, a dominatrix could punish her slave if she so chose, the remedy was in her own hands.“No,” she said. I was continuously kissing her pussy and licking it deep down where already her juices started oozing out. She was stroking my junior and biting the top in between making me more wild. I started fingering her pussy from one side and licking it from the top making her feel the ultimate. She was making high moaning and shaking her body. I increased the speed of licking and she had her second orgasm within 10 minutes. I could drink the entire juice and still she was holding my dick inside her. Now Sally was determined to develop the friendship into a fullblown relationship. Now Jane's 'coldness' all made sense to Sally. Jane's visit to their table when the cafe was otherwise empty had been a perfect opportunity for Sally to display her feelings. Now she knew Sally's big secret, she knew they would make a perfect couple. Jane's gentle but firm rejection of her advances had hurt Sally to the core. She had openly displayed and demonstrated her attraction only to have her emotions.