She pointed it out to me one day."You could put your punching bag there, though it's pretty high. I want you to get your clothes off. I want to tie yo...r hands to that ring so your feet just touch the floor..Do you want that?"I wasn't always in the mood for our BDSM craziness, today was one of those days when it was furthest from my mind."No, Judy, not now, not today, okay?" Sure, hon, no problem..."Judy knew that the best way to get me to think that way was to do what she just did..She knew I. . I want to see you on your own two feet -- something you can't be if you have to pay for bodyguards." Um, so, I need a pimp..." Tabitha cackled."Sounds like 'Night Shift'," Sharon burst out. Armand gave her a quizzical glance. "It's an old Henry Winkler movie. Guy meets a hooker whose pimp beats her up, and ends up taking her and several other girls on, running an outcall service out of the city morgue. He was giving them 401Ks, health insurance, better lawyers... Naturally, there were. Each time, I pressed a little harder so that I went a little deeper into the slit. It wasn't long before I dragged the tip of my tongue over her vagina opening, and that elicited a loud scream from her. Obviously, she had never expected me to do that. Now that I had reached her tunnel of delight, I stopped moving my head and simply tried to penetrate her opening with my tongue. Naturally, I could not reach in very far, but I simulated as best I could a fucking motion with my tongue in lieu of. Carol said that she hasn’t been able to get what happened with us out of her mind, and the total connection we have. I said I felt the same, but I would understand if she didn’t want to pursue anything. She put a finger to my lip and said shush and listen.I think there is something between us that needs to be explored. I am not saying it ends in happily ever after, but who knows. But I like you a lot and I connect with you like I haven’t with a man in a long time. I know we have an age gap,.