I don't know why... just the feeling of two people who understand each other quite well, I suppose.We chatted a bit...our purchases packed and paid fo..., we sat down for a cup of coffee.At some point in life, the "kinks" are old enough to know who they are, and to know who their compatriots are....bullshitting diminishes...and a sort of ballsy honesty takes over. After a little while, my new neighbor caught my eye and asked: "I have a little slut at home who enjoys being whipped before company.. That could happen. That were about to happen. Breathing fast and shallow she felt something touch her inner leg. It was a soft touch, which confused her immensely. She had not expected anything soft, anything gentle to happen. She could make out a warm hand. There. On her leg. Touching her. Caressing even. Panic and confusion took turns overtaking her and she was left unable to think of a way out. It never came to her mind to start screaming. Then again the jute gag stuffed deep in her mouth. Beverly Vitali was a waitress that sometimes worked in the lounge if the dinner trade was slow or if the lounge was very busy. She was a classic Italian beauty with long jet black hair and a body made for driving men crazy. I know I wanted her the first time I met her.Beverly brought the drinks to the table for my friends and me. She smiled as I tipped her for the service and I took her left hand to look at. "What?" Beverly said with a smile."I wanted to see if you were married, I don't like. The water was nice and relaxing ,I took the shower head out of its slide thing and pointed it at my breasts the water tingling my nipples . I was starting to feel horny and started playing with my clit while thinking of my boss and the bulge I often see in his trousers.. soon I was directing the water flow on my pussy which soon had me having an orgasm ,and screaming my delight.. next thing I know the shower screen is pulled away and my boss asked if I was o.k..i was shocked at his intrusion.