’ ‘Okay,’ she enthusiastically responded sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. I leaned over and brushed her face with my hand. Holding her...head from her neck, I leaned in and kissed her. Our tongues wrestled and our lips contorted in passion. My kissing gradually worked down to her neck. ‘Ohhhhhhhh.’ Then to her breasts where I flicked her hardened nipples with the tip of my tongue before sucking them. As I moved down her stomach and to her pussy, Vanessa started to massage her breasts. Gorgeous! Dinner was lovely, washed down with two bottles of champagne. And yes, Lynda was a bit tipsy! The taxi duly arrived and took us home, about a 25-minute ride. During the journey I whispered to Lynda that I wanted to take some pictures of her and some video of us both, to which she immediately replied 'Yes please', which surprised me somewhat. We have a collection of naughty pictures, but no video.When we got in, I opened another bottle, put on some music and got the digital cameras. After trying on about six different dresses, she is barely ready when his call comes through on her cell. She is gripped by a panic attack, she is so nervous she can barely stand on her own. ‘Dayum! A girl has to get a grip’, she thinks to herself, as she pours herself a stiff drink with unsteady hands. Drink down, she does some quick breathing exercises. By the time he raps on her door, she has regained control of her nerves. When she opens the door, there he is standing in his 5’10’ well. With no jacket. Which seems like an oversight on my part, but actually isn’t. It’s only September and the place where the truck picked me up was having a warm day. Regardless. Five hours wandering around Dentra and I could not for the life of me find a place to crash for the night. And considering that some seedy old man had given me seedier directions, this is perhaps not much of a shock. I kept coming back to a bar for some reason, although again, perhaps not much of a shock. Well…I mean.