But none of that happened... The ever so light touching of the tongues, her soft, wet, warm lips letting me know this was going to be fun.... the w...rm embrace, the smells, the looks, her fingers touching me... slowly ... that first button... whenever I got to moving too fast, she held my hand... she was slow, and methodical, and every action was new and rewarding. She removed my T-shirt first, and when her lips touched my nipples, I couldn't believe how warrm and excited I felt. I. Good night.Jenna switched off the lights in her office and closed the door. She was wearing her yellow, knee-length dress over a short-sleeved blouse. Keith regarded her slender forearms, streaked with pale blue veins. "Where's your car?" he asked. "You can follow me." I took the bus. I don't have a car." What about the silver Saturn?" That's Mom's car. I only drive when I go to class. I take the bus to work. It's a short walk to and from the bus stop and it gives me my exercise."He led her. Careful to not touch his cock yet since I had not been given permission to do so. Pulling down the pants and underwear. Folding and setting them aside along with the rest of Masters things. "You are a careful and smart pet to not get to ahead of what I want you to do." "Yes, Master. I know that I am must be granted access to you." Smiling and leaning into undo his shirt and glide it off his shoulders, first removing one are and then the other. Placing it with the rest of Master clothing.. This time one or two looked vaguely impressed — they evidently hadn't expected him to take the second one, but to them, two drinks was nothing. They all began making drinking motions with their wrists, egging him on for another one. He turned back to the barmaid, watching with a small smile on her face, and nodded. This time, he watched intently as she mixed the shot and saw that it was made up of roughly one part vodka, two parts whisky, and a liberal dash of — his eyes widened and his mouth.