I moved my right hand on her chin and pull her head up and gently place my lip on hers. A few second of status quo and then my tongue entered her mout.... I heard a soft moan and that was an invitation for me to move further, my left hand were on her hips and my right hands were feeling her breasts over her coat I unbuttoned her coatWe were still kissing, maybe I was she is really good at seducing her or maybe she was a bitch on heat was getting a little wild. And our kissing become aggressive..I. My husband should be arriving at any time now ... to take me home...” It didn’t make any sense, but she tried to say something that would make some kind of impression on the big black man who stood watching her, his hands now on his narrow hips as he listened to her pathetic story. Absurdly, she noted that he was very well dressed. Perhaps he was someone very well known, she thought ... like that movie star she had seen in a movie once ... certainly he was no product of a slum, this man ... he. She isn't interested in fucking other guys or sex for the sake of sex, and I would have a very hard time with her having a long time lover type relationship. I still acknowledge that I give her the power to decide for us and encourage her to flirt and enjoy as much male attention as she likes accepting her lines.That has been the main theme of my last year, learning what makes her feel sexy and how I can satisfy my submissive kinks within those lines. We have a game where I have a smoking. She's enjoying being looked at." Had I said too much? Did I catch just the slightest flicker of his eye towards my crotch? Had he divined my dampness? Thank God I was wearing a skirt, and not flimsy cotton trousers. I continued. I felt I could say anything to him. If he understood as much about life as he'd shown me he did about art. If he understood women's minds as well as he understood this body in front of us..."It's just." I tried to find words."If men have got glamorous bodies like that.