” “Wait Greg, indulge me; pull your drapes and open the window. When I sing, I want an audience.” Greg did as she asked and returned to Laura. H... started with pinching, pinching her lips and pulling them apart. Laura’s clit was erect from the evening’s stimulation, soon it had teeth marks. Laura called out encouragement, “Yes, lover, bite me harder, you are doing a darling’s work, kiss me there, bite my clit, make the music.” “I’m going to bite your lips until you swell shut then I am going to. His mouth sucked away at my tits arousing me to the point that I couldn’t breathe well. This went on for about 10 minutes and I began to realize that my juices were already making the barstool very slippery. I stopped my moaning turned my back on him and lifted my ass slightly. His hands froze on my naked ass cheeks where the dress was now completely wrapped around my waist. He looked up at me trying to read this move, and I glanced over my shoulder to confirm the next step...Take. Through an open door I saw a group of men chatting in an ornate, darkly paneled drawing room, but instead of depositing me there, my escort led me up a broad winding staircase to the next floor. At the end of a long hallway, he knocked on a highly polished wooden door. Another very large man answered and welcomed me inside what obviously was an office, just like one that a person might encounter in any business district in the world. The office was complete with a matronly, yet obviously. He’s six foot, three inches tall and built like a rugby player. He’s rugged, has a good looking face and sandy colored hair. He’s a fully qualified sports masseur and gym instructor and it's obvious he spends a great deal of his life in the gym, too, as he has an amazingly toned body.I really like his no-nonsense, casual approach, too. He isn't one for unnecessary bullshit…he tells you, straight-up, what you need, gets on with a treatment plan and does it. Even his uniform is casual; none of.