All of a sudden she started behaving weird and confessed that she has a boy friend when I forced her to tell the truth. I was dumb struck; all my hope... were just vanished. But, I did not give up. I started talking about her boyfriend when I am around, so she was happy and she wanted to spend more time with me.The turning point of this story has come on a beautiful Sunday evening. Thanks to the cell phones, she got a message from hutch carrier that she could send a name to such number to check. . kind of familiar actually. She’d seen something like this in countless movies and television shows. To her right, a jazz trio played. Beyond them was a bar. Across the room a wide staircase curved its way to the next floor. To her left was a glass wall that must have an impressive view in the daylight, but now reflected the light from an enormous chandelier that hung from the ceiling of the floor above.In between, there were the people; most had a drink in hand. The men were in suits or more. I move down and kiss your stomach. Your suit bottoms have a tie on both sides. I grab the string between my teeth and pull. I kiss your hip as I pull away the fabric. I do the same to the other side. I kiss your other hip. I gently rub up and down your legs I kiss the inside of your thigh. I could feel the heat coming from you. I bury my tongue into your warm body. I play with your clit with the tip of my tongue. I use my fingers to massage your g-spot inside. I then slide up your body. I kiss. " I murmer. "Please what?" I open my eyes and glance down. I see him smiling at me, enticing me. "Please Master, fuck me." He quickly stands and picks me up, craddling me against his chest and brings me over to the massive bed. "Your wish baby." He lays me down and crawls up between my legs, planting nips and kisses. "Is my command." His mouth claims mine. He kisses me roughly, as he grinds himself against me. I taste my juices on his tongue and moan."Oh please...oh please...fuck me Master!" I.