What the fuck is it about her that is so intriguing?I get my pecan roll, put some fake sugar in my coffee and look for a new spot. There are several g...oups of old men. There are a number of women chatting; groups of six or more. When they come in, they have their nose in the air. When the spot somebody they know, they scream, hop up and down with their arms outstretched and hug each other. Most of the tables are full. I feel I am justified for my selection.There a table away from me is a man;. “Get on the bed,” she told me. I crawled to the bed slowly and laid on my back. She stood over me and looked down at my body. 'My pet' she called me, she loved it when I pretended to be her slave. She leaned down over me and kissed my lips. My hands slowly traced the curves of her body before she grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the bed. “Ah, ah, ah,” she said, “You know better, no touching mistress until she says it's okay.” She kissed my neck and traced her tongue all over my bare skin. Her. She took the glass and stood up. As she went to pour more wine, I turned back to Rosea. She lay, frozen as before, doing her best to cover herself. She seemed to wilt under my gaze. I was finding it difficult not to grin at her discomfort as I slowly licked my fingers that were sticky with her mother’s juices. I took hold of her wrist and, with little resistance, pulled it off to the side. For a moment I admired her breasts, small though they were and shielded from view by the two tiny black. “Show me how you kiss,” Fiona said, eagerly. Louise stepped closer to me, and we embraced, and we kissed, slowly, sensually, and sexually, as Fiona looked on. “Ohhh, that’s nasty-y-y!” Fiona said, “But I didn’t see much tongue happening there. Show me how you kiss when you’re screwing.” Louise and I kissed again, this time a little longer, and with a little more tongue. “You guys are bad!” Fiona said, “and what’s worse, you didn’t invite me.” “All this kissing is getting me excited,”.