Daniel replied with a tentative "Hello ahhh thank you" and instantly the girl knew he was a foreigner and replied "How lovely you sound honey and wher... are you from? Europe perhaps?" Surprised Daniel replied "I am from Italy." As she touched and caressed his hand with her long large fingers she cooed softly and asked "Oh my heavens are all Italian boys as pretty as you honey? She licked her colourfully painted lips with her sexy tongue. "I did meet an Italian couple once" she continued in her. His cock was not erect, but firm and I could feel it growing. I knew what I should do, but I couldn't. "Pull my shorts down." he said in a commanding voice. I didn't move. "Pull my fucking shorts down bitch, do it now!" This is a kid, I should be ordering him not the other way around. My thumbs got under the waist band and slowly I pulled down on his shorts. When the waist band passed his penis, it sprang free. It was about 5" but awesome girth. I've had smaller. He had a small. Weep even,baby girl bawls were going to tear through my frail frame leaving me ashaking, sobbing, snotty mess. But instead, I pulled myself together enoughto say. "No, Mistress. I can do it. See! It's all lubed up now." I cooed,pointing out the sticky strands of snot and spittle coating her cock afterI gagged all over it. I didn't know how, and I was almost certain it wouldkill me, but I had to try...I gave her beautiful prick a long lingering kiss...for luck, and then Ipushed it past my. It was somewhat dimly lit and about half-full of people at booths and tables. I took a seat on a stool, flipping my short skirt out behind me as I sat down, putting my bare rear on the leather of the seat. I hooked my heels into the rung of the stool, and let my knees fall open about a foot or so.The bartender appeared in front of me, a cute blonde, and I asked for a glass of white wine. When it arrived, I took a sip, and looked into the mirror behind the bar, using it to scan the room. I noted.