The rear wall of the dining room was a bar with lots of shine and mirrors. A few patrons were scattered on the stools, some watching the pending sunse... and some not.One of them, a woman, was so striking I had to give her a second and third look. She wasn't just beautiful, she was gorgeous. Flawlessly tanned skin, perfect features, brown hair that was anything but ordinary, and dressed to kill in an expensive black sheath dress that barely contained her assets, she was a man-killer. Every man in. His willy looked rock hard. She realized it bent to one side a little bit. For the first time she paid attention to the sack that was under it. It was brown, darker than the rest of his skin for some reason and looked like it was packed full of something. There were lots of little brown hairs sprouting from it. She couldn't think of anything else it looked like. Her eyes left his groin to find him still staring."It makes me feel so strange when you stare at me like that," she said, feeling the. Only a few did, but boy, those that didcouldn't get enough. Of course I'd fantasized about Cassie, but I haveto say that actually kissing and touching her was something I lookedforward to. We never actually did the deed though -- I guess shethought that was too much. But when one guy said he's pay to see her dome with a strap-on, she was all for it. Figures. So that week she hadme stretch myself using butt plugs (i even wore them to class), and shebought a dildo that she made me practice deep. Ya know, the dress-up inprivate and chat on the internet kind of weekend. I hadn't yet come outto my girlfriend, so I can understand the shock when she found medressed and looking like I was.I thought she gone to work that Friday morning with plans to be out oftown for the extended weekend. Apparently, after work, her late-nightflight had gotten cancelled due to bad weather at the destination andshe was re-booked on the first flight in the morning. So she camehome... about 9pm on that same.