Last month a very kinky male friend phoned me up one evening and told me to get dressed in my very short tartan mini skirt and a low cut top, with fis...net stockings, suspenders and heels, and he'd pick me up in an hour. His instructions were very specific, I wasn't to wear knickers or a bra and I was to ensure that the hem of my skirt sat 2 inches above my stocking tops, I was to attach clamps to my nipples and bring my favourite enormous inflatable dildo and plenty of lube. I was very turned. I told her where I thought the problems would be and what I was planning on doing to prevent them. I talked of my clients, listing them by name so she would become familiar with them.Once or twice she started to rise to address some issue. I held her head firmly in place. She realized she was to listen. I was telling her things I had never told anyone, not even Sally. I felt the tears washing over the base of my cock. At first I thought my forcing her to stay in that position hurt her. I. After licking and sucking on her large, stiff nipples, I licked my way up her neck towards her mouth. She moaned and then we started kissing again. I couldn’t get enough of the feeling of her pierced tongue on mine. She tasted of sweet white wine. As we kissed, she reached down and started to massage my erect cock through the fabric of my pants. I was sweating and thought that if I couldn’t undress I would faint. She helped me get my shirt off and then started licking my nipples while her hand. "Jack, all I want is to know you better, become a close friend, and if we do go to bed together, I'm not saying we will, but if we do is that the end of the world? Or don't you want to see me naked in your bed? My father has tried his best to control my life, and has browbeaten and manipulated the men I go out with. He cannot do that with you, you proved that when you dissed him that time. And it's your maturity that allows you to do all of that." If you had let me finish, I was going to say my.