The call lasted for a minute or so, at last Anne said, ‘I owe you,’ and closed the phone and put it back in the draw. Anne turned and faced me, �...Joyce-Lynne that call was, in effect, for you, but the caller wants to remain anonymous. The caller thought that you would recognize the voice and there is a need to be able to deny that the phone call ever took place let alone any knowledge of the subject matter.’ I was mystified so enquired, ‘What is so secret and so sensitive on a Friday evening?’. There was a smaller room, adjacent to the big dance hall, separated only by three large archways. A long table ran throughout its full length, adorned with a pristine white tablecloth, silver cutlery, more kinds of alcohol than could ever be thought of and a buffet dinner that, from where I stood, seemed to consist mostly of seafood dishes. Posh and all, but give me a burger any time over fancy oysters and caviar; I hoped they at least had some pigs in blankets. The champagne, however, was out. She kept the biscuits on the table and sat besides me on the couch.Lady: So?Me: So what?Lady: R u going to show me or not?Me: We’ve hardly met, and I don’t think I’m going to take off my shirt.Lady: Well in that case let me just touch and feel your abdomen.Without waiting for my reply she leaned close and had her right hand and fingers across my shirt. I was sitting on her left. I was surprised and I sat up straight. Her hand was on my upper abdomen, as she felt my body. I didn’t know how to. I suddenly turn around and stand up so fast that you almost fall back on your butt, but you manage to break your fall and kneel before my throbbing cock looking up at me expectantly. I begin slapping my cock against the cheeks of your pretty face. Left, right, left, right and across your full lips each time. I finally insert my cock into you warmly welcoming mouth and begin walking slowly backwards toward the bedroom about 15 feet away. You follow with my cock in your mouth walking stooped over.