Sandy looked around in confusion for only a moment before her face broke out into a wide, excited smile."Mindy, it's been so long! I feel like soooo m...ch has happened since I've seen you last!"The image of Sandy lost in hypnotic submission so closely juxtaposed with her bright, sparkling disposition now was almost too much for Mindy – she was tempted to put Sandy back into trance right now and simply have her way with her. Instead, she yielded as Sandy took her in a warm, enthusiastic. In the good old days, bathhouses had dark rooms. In there it was all about dick and ass. There was no pretty boy posing, stand and model, pick the most glamorous boy in front of all the others and make a big show of taking him back to a private room.No, it was just about sex, and that was what made it so exciting and attractive. It didn’t matter what you looked like, as in the dark we were all the same, just men looking for sex. We were all there for the same thing, so it didn’t matter. Find. ’ Her breasts were softer than Olivia’s which was not surprising, they’re rather larger. But they felt so luscious as I rubbed them while she fucked me straight up and down. ‘This is why you called me today isn’t it?’ she asked. ‘Yes, it’s as simple as that, I wanted this. I wanted to fuck you, Brooke.’ ‘Well, I’m glad you did, it’s lovely. Just perfect, mmm.’ She kept moving sinuously up and down on me, just pulling me up each time, she was so hot, so seductive, so lustful, it was an. His hand slipped down over my bottom, causing another shiver to run through me, along with the fluttering deep in my belly. He gently squeezed my butt, “I really do like your skirt, and you always look so pretty in what you wear.” He kept squeezing my butt, then his hand was on the back of my thigh, caressing ever so gently. I couldn’t believe Mr. Frankie was feeling me up! I knew I shouldn’t let it happen, but to be wanted by a REAL man was an amazing feeling. All of a sudden I knew I wanted.