"Can I touch your fangs?" Uh ... I guess so"I opened up and shivered as Izzy touched them. Lou clapped softly. When we turned to her she pointed at Iz...y tapped her hand and then pointed at me and then signed something else.Izzy grinned widely as she said, "I told you I wasn't joking. We really can touch each other"Lou sat back on her stool stunned. Izzy grinned at her and then turned to run her hand down my sleeve. I was wearing a long sleeve t-shirt. I didn't mind. I know it's a little weird. "Man, she does have a pair of tits," Tim thought. "If Sandy's barely a B-cup, Liz must be at least a C; maybe even a D-cup. Any guy who takes her out really has to try to get his hands on them. Am I supposed to try? If I do and she doesn't want it, is Liz going to tell Sandy I made a pass at her? Even worse, maybe Liz will go along with it, see how far I'll go with her, and then report it all back to Sandy. Man, would I be screwed! God, what am I supposed to do?"For a day and a half, Tim. There was this gorgeous sexy lady who was dressed to fuck. I said something like, "Excusez moi, a combien pour a lecher ton chatte?". My French was way better then but far from brilliant. I was nevertheless understood. A figure was mentioned. Possibly 50 Francs, I don't remember but I agreed. She guided me a short distance to a dark side entrance of a nearby building. With hindsight, I shudder with the risk I took. I could have been robbed and beaten up. That was common in Brussels then, it. Who is the bitch now''''fuck , look at you taking all of my big cock, yes bitch , good bitch boy stay weak and fuck ''pouding up fast and deepbouncing on my bed arm over my head tied up making sure i stayed down taking heri look at her cum in me , feeling my hole getting stretch open wet , pumping a few times in me calling me her good boy kissing me making me into her lil bitch''this is my gift to you, make sure you wear it as often as you can, ill be back next week, you gonna be a good boy.