His words were pure and sweet and once transferred from his fingertips to the keyboard surface they were not to be changed unless by act of congress o... some decree sent straight from the Vatican.Physically, he was not much to look at and the only impression most strangers sucked up from his presence was the willy-nilly shocking red hair and the eyeglasses with the broken wing that made one think he was a bit daft or was one of those secure persons that didn’t care about other people’s opinions. You make eye contact with me and say ‘Lick me as you fuck me with my dildo.’ You see me look a little surprised and you push my head lower, ‘Do it, please me like I want’ as you feel my tongue go to your clit and start to lick. After a few minutes of this, your hand comes down and pushes my hand away and you start to use it on yourself. I’m a little surprised at the pace of your rhythm, going in and out faster and faster, breathing heavier and heavier. Then suddenly, you hand shoves my face. To say that Dianne was supportive, would probably be an understatement. Part of me thought she was trying to live out her own BBC fantasies through me, but even that part didn’t care. I was just happy to have someone to talk to. To be honest, doing it on my birthday was her idea, she said I deserved a real present, and that we both knew I wouldn’t get what I needed from Dusty anytime soon. She was right of course, hence why I was driving all the way into the city to meet a man I had only talked. It was barely covered by a tight almost see through black lace thong. The thong was pulled so tight every line and contour of her pussy was visible. Her mound on display yet still hidden.He let out a wolf whistle of appreciation. “Is it my birthday?”“No silly” she teased him “This is for tomorrow night. If you’re a good boy, I may just give you a private show afterwards in the hotel”He moved forward to touch her body. She backed away saying.“This is for the show. You did tell them there’d be no.