I've got brown hair and great tits. Find me.She didn't text after that message. I hadn't seen a picture of her and she'd only seen me from the waist ...own. It was obvious she at least wanted the illusion of being picked up by a stranger.I showed up in jeans and a button-down shirt. I saw an Indian woman in her thirties sitting alone at the bar. She was very curvy with dark, chin-length hair. She wore a plum-colored faux-wrap dress that showed off her ample chest. I couldn’t help thinking. ‘Ayyee,’ Alex moaned and I felt I must be getting something right. I kept one hand wrapped around the shaft and she was now thrusting her hips backwards and forwards not always in time with me but it seemed to be doing the trick. She began to pant and her movements accelerated and I felt her cock begin to twitch. I was scared she was going to come in my mouth but as her legs buckled, she said, ’Urrggh, I’m coming,’ she pulled out of my mouth and her cum flew out over my chest. She almost fell. Not all Stones were born graceful.She went back to basics, showing Ceilidh some fundamental movement techniques and was surprised by how many of her fellow models didn’t know them. Even girls she’d seen dance on the runway the night before turned out not to have any background in dance. They’d learned the steps she taught them the way someone might learn the sounds of a sentence in a foreign language without understanding the language itself.Kiki on the other hand turned out to be a hidden. I make up my mind that since I have already gone too far, since I know there will eventually be quite a payback, I intend to enjoy this. I sit back down and he hears the ice clinking in my drink. “So, tell me about your evening,” I command. As he tells me his tale of woe, I, only half-listening, decide to get my feather out of the toy box. Raising his knees, I gently apply the soft wispy edge just behind his balls. His hugely erect penis twitches wildly. I cannot keep myself from giggling.