“Or do you swing the other way?"Those last two comments were the final straw. Tamina saw red and, without thinking, marched up to Robert and slapped...his face. “Enough of your fucking sexist remarks, Robert. You may be used to women dropping their panties for you but this is one that will not. And I am not a lesbian, although that is none of your damn business. Now, be back here Friday morning at seven to get started on the photo shoot. Here's the information you need.” She slapped a folder into. I tell you to get the chair and bring it to the centre of the room , I sit and point to my knee , you know, you settle yourself across my lap , your hands are by the floor, but to steady yourself you grip one leg of the chair and your other hand grips my ankle. Your bottom encased in gym slip us high over my knee/thigh . I position you slightly so your bottom will be at the perfect angle when I swing my hand down to meet your flesh. Your end of your shoes just hit the floor and your traditional. I was jolted out of this as his hands traced my abdomen and he ran his fingers through my pubes. I gasped when he parted my vagina, exposing my small erect clitoris and all the moisture laden fold of sensitive skin. My sexual odour was strong, perhaps all the hormones were flavouring my secretions, which were high as the towel below my ass was getting wetter as he looked at me.'Your clitoris is too small for a piercing, but it is beautiful to see' he said, only causing me to eject more bodily. Then I remembered that we had the strap-on and the toys: should I mention them? Well, we’d be using the strap-on on Saturday night wouldn’t we. ‘Mike,’ I said, ‘we’ve got a strap-on and a dildo to, so you can have a bit of a rest.’ He put on a hang-dog expression, ‘So, you don’t really need me at all do you.’ Thankfully I could see he was only playing now, he wasn’t worried about inadequacy. ‘Not at all,’ I said laughing. ‘Remember, you told me that masturbating wasn’t as good as the real thing.