How you feeling?”“Okay, a little dazzled by last night’s excitement, but fine.”“Have you called any of your admirers yet?”“What? No! Are...you k**ding?”“No, and why not? Didn’t you like any of them? They sure seemed to like you!”“Well I know, but, I mean, come on, you couldn’t possibly want me to see other men?”“Why not? We don’t have a romantic relationship, just an affectionate and sexual one, right?”“Well, that’s true, I never felt romantic toward any guy, but I don’t want to spoil what we do. ....giving him her cunt ass and mouth til he was besotted with her fucking.She didn't tell him that she was also fucking his dad from time to time when the old dirty bastard would come in and get her to suck his cock until he blew all over her face and then get her to use her fingers to wipe his cum up and she would suck it off her fingers, then he would roughly shove his big knarled knob-head deep into her cunt from behind and shag her til he blew another thick wad of his hot cum deep into her. While I still wear a suit jacket (my cardinal rule: never go to the client's site without one) it's a short casual tweed that hangs open over a form fitting cream ribbed sweater and a tight brown plaid skirt, about two inches shorter than I'd normally wear to work. Under the skirt I've got some dark brown tights that look great with the skirt. Some nice brown leather pumps give me an extra three inches of height and give my long legs that wonderful shape to that only heels do. I look positively. Anything, then it's either true and did happen or it will happen. Trust me. She's been like that since she was a little girl and her grandmother had the gift too. It skips generations, her mom told me once and I didn't know that she could 'give away' her gift, but she told me yesterday when she was walking on the beach that it would be gone tomorrow, given to someone who would need it more someday, and that she'd be a completely normal girl afterwards, or mostly so anyway. Darned if I think.