.. in whatever condition it is ... this thing excites me a lot".I stared at him in his blue eyes"John ... my mouth will do anything you want ... you c...n vent in my throat all your worst perversions" He narrowed his mouth like a horny dog. So I decided to stimulate his imagination ..."Tell me. Do you want to fuck my throat?" - I answered"Sure" ...looking at me while I lick your balls ..." ...oh yeah!" ... and maybe... force me to stick my tongue in your asshole?" Beautiful!" Ok. enough that you. "Pretty sure I knocked her up, too."My clit was like the red-hot cinder at the tip of a cigarette. I wantedso badly to reach down and play with it. I could feel how close I wasto coming and diddling myself just a bit might be the final push neededto reach that goalpost."As fun as that was," he said in an amused tone. "I have to admit,neither one of those sluts was the one I really wanted to have my bunin her oven." Another stinging slap echoed around the room. "Everyonewould know how big of a. ”“You did very well,” said the man in the suit, "and you earned it." I may call on you again. Have dinner with me tonight if you can.”Well, what could I say, he was a good customer and by all accounts a very rich and powerful guy. He took me to some impossibly expensive sushi place and we had a lot of saki. He saw my eyes follow the serving girls. “You like Asian girls, eh?” he asked me.I gave him a grin and tried to emphasize what an understatement that was.He laughed. “Have some more. I had a form fitting tank top on which showed off my well defined cleavage, without looking too sluttish. Walking over to me, my husband says "what's this" as he unhooks, and removes the skimpy bra from underneath. "Yes, that is much better" pointing out my erect nipples pushing against the tight material. We drove to the tiny desolate town and located the only place to it. It was a small mom and pop bar and grill, kind of rustic looking with barn board walls and floors. Not so bad I thought to.