Oh, my god, she was intoxicating. I was feeling so good being close to her, she hugged me and gave a peck on my cheeks.By now my tool was already form...ng a tent and she could very well notice it.I closed my lips around her and we kissed passionately for 15-20 mins.Our tongue was feeling each other saliva and we were lost in each other.By now my hand raised from her waist to her breasts and I was fondling them from outside.Her breasts were amazing, heavy and tight. I could make out how deprived. I sat across from her at a cherry wood table lit by four candles, and Mindy served us cold chicken, fresh-made bread and jam and what she called "chat," which was surely tea."Haven't had any of this for some time," I said, accepting another refill.She smiled. "One of the prerogatives of being in trade." Was your husband loyal?"She nodded. "We argued regularly but never in public so I am accepted in society still." She pushed a stiff piece of paper across the table to me. "Here's a short list of. I know his type. Firm hand, demanding nature. Needs a good, hard outlet to maintain their perfect facade of having it all together.I prepare myself for what is most likely going to hurt.“Hands, mouth, or ass?” I ask.“What?” he says, nearly stumbling over his words.“You want my mouth? You pay. You want my hands? You pay. You want my ass? You pay double. You want me handcuffed and blindfolded while I go down?” I stick a finger in my mouth and wiggle it suggestively. “Then you pay triple, and. "But it didn't feel good for me, at the end at least." Oh, thanks! That's a bit savage. I said I was sorry! What more do youwant?"Now he glared at me, until I held his glare with my own and he wentback to unhappily staring at the table.I reached for his hand. "I suppose it was new for both of us, we justneed... I just need a little more consideration." Consideration?" He used the word like the idea pained him and Istarted to wonder where we were heading.Then he told me exactly where."I know.