We finally arrived to his empty house and went to his clubhouse in his backyard where no one could hear. we sat on his couch and watched tv. He took h...s index and middle finger on my ankle and moved his fingers up towards my knee. I let outa sigh, and waited for what he would do next. he went back down to my ankles and went up higher every time. his fingers stopped until he got to the leg of my denim shorts.i soon felt his lips and tongue on my neck. my eyes rolled back as he sucked and licked. You’ll have to try again next week, won’t you?” “Uh huh,” I pout, settling back onto my knees.“What was that?” “Yes Sir.”“I don’t know why I bother. It’s not like—” He pauses as if noticing something. I hear the wet slop of his hand on his well-lubed cock. “You’re dripping on the floor, cunt. Now why is that?” I’d only thought I knew shame before. I’m glad for the bag that hides my burning face, but I can’t hide the rest of my skin, which all feels like it’s on fire. “I don’t know, S-Sir,” I. Used to work in the clubs downtown—some of those drag queen clubs, I think. He’s been gone for a while, though. I heard he went to Memphis or something.’ ‘She’s looking ill,’ Miz. Olive said, and the other heads at the clutch of café tables in the middle swung toward her table as if they only now knew that the quiet, mousey SCAD librarian, Olive Odom, was sitting among them. ‘Maybe she’s pining away for her philandering husband,’ Miz. Olive continued. ‘Romantic and sad at the same time. She’s. I sensed that she wanted this and nearly immediately her hand was on my inner thigh and almost brushing against my pussy."Is this what you want baby?" she asked in a soft whisper."Yes" I said also in a whisper and wondered why we were whispering.Then her hand ran lightly up my slit from the vagina to the clit on the lacy material. "Oh my god" she said "you are so wet". I hadn't got wet before, well not this much anyway, and put my own hand down there and she was right, there was a wet patch on.