“This is Reggie,” she introduced him. “Reggie has been staying here since a couple of days before you arrived, but I’m afraid he’s nowhere n...ar as good a… student as you are.” She put the end of the black rod under Reggie’s balls, lifting them up as for inspection, and Mary saw the skinhead’s eyes widen in terror. No doubt he was well acquainted with the electric prod. His groin was completely clean-shaven, Mary noticed, just like her own. “Since you have been such a good girl, Mary,” Mistress. I enjoyed the feeling of giving a guy pleasure. I knew what I enjoyedwhen someone, or indeed I, played with my cock, and I tried to replicate that. I ran my tongue in circles around the tip while rubbing the shaft, and took the head of his cock into and out of my mouth, so that my tightly closed lips rubbed against the ridge of the head, which I know is a very sensitive part...I adjusted myself so that I could run my tongue up and down the underside of the shaft and the underside of the head,. He called and went out and joined him. Everything was going as planned we finished our dinner and picked up some alcohol, ice cream and condoms and started driving back. I was under the impression that we were going to his place as that is what we had agreed to. To my surprise he said we are heading to a farmhouse of his friend and I should not worry as his friend is not in town. I kept quiet as I believed him. After an hour long drive somewhere on the ORR we reached the farm house. An old guy. This time, he left a message: the sixth of the night. ‘Babe, it’s me. I’m worried. Are you okay?’ ‘Mr Lewis, I’m sorry, but it is restaurant policy not to hold a table for more than forty minutes. Would you like to start alone or would you like to give the table up?’ The maître d’ asked, patiently. Ryan reluctantly gave up his reservation. He’d had this evening all planned out, he had something to ask Gemma and this would have been perfect. Good food, great wine. Casual enough to not be.