He ordered whisky for himself and ordered for me by saying to the waiter, “My bimbo will have a vodka martini – dirty”. i couldn’t believe he ...eferred to me like that to someone else, but just lowered my eyes as the waiter smirked and stared at my tits.He ordered expensive champagne (we ended up drinking 2 bottles!) along with our dinners. He started to really finger fuck me under the table and i was going to cum...i said...please Master and He said Cum bimbo. i buried my face in His chest to. "Do you really think so?" I know so!" I replied."Reggie, I know at least seven girls that would let you take them to bed because they have said that much to me. Eight if you count me," she said while smiling."Stop talking like that Sabrina, your my sister," I stated angrily."Your telling me that if I was standing nude, right here, in front of you that you could restrain yourself," she asked, tempting me. I didn't answer for fear she would try it. Without saying another word, she removed her. You could tell something was on her mind. You wait. She finally speaks up. “Listen Ted, I like you. I like you a lot...”You reach across and take her by the hand with a smile. Your big meaty mitt eclipsing her soft slender hand. “I like you too Claire.”She seems coy, evasive. “Yeah, I know. But... Before this goes any further I...I need you to meet my kids. Jeremy and Poppy. They are the world to me and...listen I'm sorry, but if they don't like you I need to nip this off in the bud. I don't. . .” Burning, and she leaned back as far as the leather straps allowed, pressing her raw skin to his naked chest: damp hairs, ridged muscle. The sweet touch was not all she wanted; she needed to sense and recall every detail of their last moments together, before the return of the loneliness and boredom. Soft overhead light strips contrasted with the music but enhanced the flickering glow from the candles that she had spaced about the room. Like the earthy scents, the light was warm, moving,.