And then afterwards we can make love between the sheets.’ She put her arms around his neck and gazed smilingly into his eyes. What the fuck? All he ...anted was to screw the little whore. What’s with all the candlelight shit? He’d bought a lap dance from her a year ago – she was naked all over his body in the strip club. And she couldn’t get naked here? He just wanted a little sex slave for the week – between hookers – and somehow she thought she’d be going on dates with silly gowns and crap. He. She hadn’t noticed before, but they were all wearing low cut gowns, with elaborate hairdos and some even wore cosmetics. ‘Oh my. I have to look like that?’ she asked, clearly worried. ‘You’ll look beautiful,’ he whispered in her ear. Her breath caught in her throat, but she took a deep breath and stepped away from him. ‘Well, if that’s the way I must dress, then I suppose I do need some new gowns. Where do I get them from?’ she asked, trying to be positive. ‘There’s a dressmaker a couple of. " Just because I brought up the idea doesn't mean I should have to go first. Besides I asked you first."It was apparent that we were not getting anywhere so I suggested, "Why don't we both write down our fantasies and then tomorrow night we exchange them. That way nobody has to go first and we can study each other's fantasies in private and decide if the trade is worth it. If we both agree to the trade then we will go through the fantasies. If either of us doesn't agree that's the end of it. Is. Putting the lube down, I quickly begin to finger myself, spreading the slipperiness, moaning all the while. I alternate between quick, short thrusts and pulling, spreading at the tight muscle. I am impatient to slip my thick toy inside. I pick up my toy and slip it between my lips, running my tongue around the head, getting it wet. I push it slowly into my waiting mouth, imagining it is his cock. I spend some moments basking in the feeling of my fingers playing in my ass as my mouth is filled..