(Neither of us thought of actually sucking, yet.) However it went, we both looked forward to our special times, and they were the best part of both of...our days. Unfortunately, when I was 14, my family moved across town, and I didn't see Mike for several months.On my 15th birthday, my well-meaning older sister secretly gave me a copy of "Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex But Were Afraid To Ask", and I devoured it from cover to cover. I knew now that Mike and I had found each other. "I am a little kinky, you know," she whispered in my ear."You don't say," I thought."Hope that's not a problem," she asked."No, no, not at all..." I stammered."In that case, put your hands in front."I complied, and she slapped a pair of metal handcuffs on me."I like my slaves cuffed," she announced with a grin.This was where the alarm bell in my head turned into a crescendo. Well,in for a penny, in for a pound."Do you think my feet are pretty," she asked in her sugary voice.I looked down to. The construction was ahead of schedule and the site would be completed in two weeks or less.While they were doing that I finished up the presentation for Louis and Bisset. They arrived at 1000 on the nose. I took them to one of the meeting rooms along with my portable office and the papers I had brought.“Louis, President Bisset, do the names Fatin Bashir or Butros Tayfur mean anything to either of you?’’ I asked.“No, should they?” Louis asked as President Bisset was shaking his head.This was. We went to see what it was all about. I had a prior appointment arranged, so agreed to meet my friends at the new club after my meeting. I entered the club wearing a white halter top dress, complete with the cleavage cut down to my navel and the hem about two inches below my womanly charms. Coupled with white four-inch heels and sporting neither panties nor bra. As crowded as it was, I was definitely a show stopper as numerous sexy men and women interrupted their conversation to gawk at the.