Remembering your order, I slid one hand down to my crotch and the other up to my breasts, lying back as I started to finger and grope myself. "Do you ...ant me to masturbate until I orgasm?" I casually asked, as if we were deciding what to watch while having dinner. I immediately wished I'd kept my mouth shut."Yes," you replied. I looked up at you, searching your face for any sign that you were teasing, but you looked deadly serious."Are you going to tie or gag me?" I asked, hoping you wouldn't. I've never minded this for I like my girls with a little meat on their bones. From a very young age she had always had a yearning to be a model but those few extra pound stopped her from even trying. Ever since the first time I met her, she has been on a constant diet, trying to loose a few pounds, but those pounds just refused to come off. Then, at the age of twenty-three she decided to give it one last go and over the next six months or so, she at last lost those extra pounds she had always. She was caressing my butt cheeks and gently rub my butt hole. I was fucking high! Enjoyed her cups. Gave both equal attentions for what it felt like hours. Then she went to give me a blowjob. It took quite some time to actually feel good. After that, she reached her handbag and took out condoms. Oh no! I thought to myself. I don't really like using condoms but she insisted to prevent from getting pregnant. Ya....pregnant at her age. So something wasn't right. Decided to bring the matter up. When you get done with gardening, why don’t you put on some nice clothes and meet me at the Savoy at five-thirty? We can have a drink, talk and then maybe go out for dinner. Would that be nice?” Bob was immediately cheered. Bob and Karen occasionally met for drinks at the American Bar in the Savoy, a posh London hotel. It’s where their birthday and anniversary celebrations often started. If Karen had bad news to deliver, she probably wouldn’t choose to deliver it at the Savoy. At five-thirty on.