One of the chats we had, she was (we both were) feeling horny. So, I described a fantasy meeting between us, where I took control and gave her an orga...m. She had said there was a submissive streak in her. Although I am sub when I dress, I can switch and she brought out the dominant side of me. I detailed what would happen. She enjoyed it and let’s just say it was a successful climax!A later day, she returned the favour, with how the two of us had been caught in the rain and had to strip off on. I got up and left, going into a biting wind and occasional sleet, which almost suddenly, made me feel the need to pee.There was a taxi rank close to the 'Crystal Palace', aptly named for the public conveniences, and I rushed onwards to that point.I remember the clock tower chiming ten as I arrived at the 'Ladies', resplendent with an iron gate, locked and bolted, making me groan with a mixture of frustration and anger, "The fucking Gent's side was still open", and I looked around for a dark. “Like how?” she said.Ben leaned back in the chair. He was beginning to enjoy this. Occasionally he allowed himself the knowledge that he felt a little resentful towards Gina, due to the unrequited nature of his infatuation. The nature of the situation gave him, perhaps not quite power over her, but something of that nature. “Um, I try not to give directions,” he said. “See, if you’ve got what my clients are looking for, you’ll be, um, a bit of a natural, like.”“I see,” Gina said, but she wasn’t. But I asked just to put Millie at her ease." The subject of our conversation came in at that moment. Angela smiled and told Millie to enjoy her meal. She was wearing a shawl against the evening chill and slipped it off her shoulders as she joined us at the desk. I was amazed at the change in Millie. Usually she was working and her rich brown hair was put up into a bun. This evening it fell free to her shoulders and swayed gently as she moved. She wore a pretty frock with thin straps over the.