Our last stop was a wig shop on 5th Avenue near 35th Street. Margoseemed to know the owner, and introduced me to him. "Bobbi, this isIra," she said. "...e very nice to him. All the girls like us get wigshere." Ira was about 55 years old, smelled of old cigars, and was rudeenough to give my bottom a good feel while I looked at the wigs. Margogave me a signal that I should not protest the intimate touch, and Iracontinued feeling me up all the while we were in the shop. I tried topretend not to. Diana stared up at me, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed. I reached down, running my hand down her one long slender leg. Sliding my fingers along her soft skin, up her thigh. I brushed my fingers over her ass, slowly cupping them around it. Feeling the flesh of her buttocks, squeezing it firmly. God I love her ass, had loved it from the first day I meant her. I would watch her, staring at her ass. The shape, in her skirts and jeans. Ever since she started flirting with me. I had. He noticed me trying to free it, and leaned back up and undid his belt and moved over beside my head. His hard cock now inches from my watering mouth, he made me beg for it, made me tell him how bad i wanted to taste his cock, to have him in my mouth. And i did, i begged for him to please let me suck on his cock. I let out a loud moan as i was finally able to wrap my lips around it. I swirled my tongue over the head tasting his yummy precum, then i took him deeper into my mouth, sucking on his. “Now sit down on the edge of the table.” With one eyebrow arched and a curious look on her face, Dana complied, perching lightly on the edge of the table with her legs and feet on the bench. “Easy now, lay back on the table and rest your hands and arms along your sides.” He instructed. “Okay…” Dana said. Sam ran one hand slowly up Dana’s left leg to her knee then even more slowly along her inner thigh to just short of her vagina… then back down to her knee. Dana arched her back.