She was pushing my head hard against her and grabbing my hair as she did it. Her moans were getting louder and she began to tremble.I kept up the mome...tum but was careful not to give her a quick release. I wanted her to enjoy my art of being in control of her pleasure and stretch out her arousal till she reaches an uncontrollable peak. Juices were flowing out of her pussy. My face was all wet and completely moisturized by them.I was really enjoying what I was doing. At times it felt like I was. Withholding, the Beast savours the moment and, anticipating impending sensations, gains strength until, incapable of further resistance, it is drawn into a soft, moist, sheath of sublime sensation. Immersed in damp desire, caressed by folds of sensitive flesh the Beast descends slowly, exploring new or familiar surroundings. The Beast is on a quest, in search of the holy grail, the illusive Grafenberg or simply striving to achieve a climax of mutual pleasure of sweet sensation and extreme. That's what I thought of the new bartender at my favorite bar I always frequented weekly. He still looked like one fully dressed. I wondered what it would be like if I was the last one to leave, then before I would leave he would reach for me and place a hand on my shirt. I would imagine his fingers having slid underneath the fabric to touch the flesh that was my shoulder for real. "Don't go yet. Stay." he said with a smile. "You are the only one left, as you can see." he said as he used his. I think it was because I tipped well. Europeans don’t generally tip, so the bartender and girls always remembered me and would come over and even offer me a Johnny Walker Black-another unheard of thing in Europe-“the Buyback.”But the most fun and interesting part of this trip was my venture to the BDSM convention. It was amazing seeing all the people, outfits and newest objects that would hit the market. It was difficult for me walking around the convention. I was dazed. Hot Doms dressed to.