I spotted some eyeliner and shadow on the corner of the table andthought, why not go all out. A dark line below the eyelid gave my eyessome pop, a ni...e light blue shade on the lid brought ought the sparklingblue of my eyes. Giving my head a shake from side to side and I felt asready as I could. I shook with anticipation as I got up from the makeuptable and walked towards the door. The click of my heels on the tilefloor diverted my attention a bit from the butterflies in my stomach.I was. “Not at all” I replied as I shook Oliver’s hand. “Nice to meet you” his voice was deep and matched his look. He had a shaved head and obviously looked after his body. We walked into the restaurant and were shown to our table and had our jackets hung up. Before we had even sat down Jon ordered a bottle of champagne. We sat and started chatting. By the time we had eaten our main course we had drunk 2 bottles of champagne and a bottle of wine and I was starting to become a bit tipsy and really. “To catch the drips.” she explained.She took another tissue and used it to wipe the moisture from her inner thighs. Then she sat back on my lap and kissed me. I took a deep breath and plunged into the story of my telling my mum about our weekend.As I told of mum's growing excitement as I described for her all the sex of the previous weekend, excitement that lead to our wanton behaviour, masturbating in front of each other, I was comforted by the fact that Sandra was still sitting on my lap. Then the lesson began, and it was unlike any I had known before. Shepulled one of the garter straps out away from my thigh and then let itsnap back against my skin. It sounded worse than it felt. She did thesame thing with the other straps, and continued to toy with me that wayfor several minutes. Eventually the skin on my thighs started to tingleand I wondered if it was becoming as red as my face. When she stopped, Iheard her go over to my desk and open a drawer. Which drawer was it, andwhat.