She so hoped he would be on time; it was their first date.But then he was by her side, “Take my arm and call me Charlie!” he chuckled.He was 34, s...artly-suited like the other office staff now filling the street. She laughed and put her arm through his and they melded into the crowd; in the darkness they were just another couple out on a date.Charlie felt his balls tighten; Janet meeting him from work had just been an erotic idea to start with, yet here she was, in the flesh!What a little. Betty was devastated and I told her not to worry. I had read enough S&M books to know that Jim was probably a submissive and could be used to have some fun. I told Betty to tell her husband that we'll do it only if he dressed up like a French maid transvestite and that he eats my cum out of Betty's pussy. Betty did not want to have anything to do with him so it took some convincing. But finally she agreed to tell him the conditions. Also, I told her that he needs to shave his entire body and. Very cool. Like being backstagein Vegas or something I thought. Still leading me by the hand Gwen leadsme through the action saying her hellos and giving kisses as we go. Sheintroduces me to everyone we bump into. We enter in to a big dressingroom."Here's the table I use," Gwen says pointing to a make up table andmirror. "Better lighting," she whispers to me discreetly.We sit and Gwen asks, "Do you mind terribly if I get started?" No, no. Of course not. Do what you've got to do," I say back.We. Boldly, she slowly ran her small hand over my bare chest, moving the hair upward, and then raking her fingernails down to my belly.My fingers spread to form a makeshift comb; I ran it from the back of her neck, downward through the underside of her mane, slowly and deliberately disentangling rolled up clumps lingering from the bun. She had worn her hair in the bun for me to dismantle. She obviously adored the attention."Pull it, do that... you know what it... its okay... I want you to... don't.