Instead he motioned for me to come over and said in a low voice, “You’re a pitcher, right?” After a second I nodded, I guess he paid more attent...on then I thought to who did what in the back room. “Try booth twelve,” he said. “A real nice looking girl has been making the customers happy this afternoon…from the looks on their faces, she’s got talent.” Now that was news! I’d only ever seen a few of ugly dykes in this place and they were looking at the assortment of strap-ons out front….not. Kathryn, not wanting to intrude sat and listened, but after they left she wanted to know what was going on."What was that all about? They said that another man had gone missing? What was that? Your men often go missing like this?" asked Kathryn."We don't know. I'm sure you've noticed that there are fewer men around than there should be. That's because for some reason, no matter what time of night it might be, the men suddenly get this strange look on their faces and then disappear into the. I wrapped my legs around her thin waist. I opened my legs and let her hand creep in. It slithered around the bottom, looking for an entrance. I liked the feeling of being touched, even if it was only slight. I suckled harder, and she started to make her way in. She spread the lips with two fingers, gave her other hand a turn. She squeezed my clit, I moaned out softly. I let her play with my pussy while I went about on her breasts, switching every so often. She found my vagina touching outside. You walk towards me, the heavy blindfold which covers my eyes shuts out all light but I can feel how close you are. My heart rate quickens, goose bumps cover my skin, tellingly my nipples harden, and my pussy feels as if it’s going to start to drip onto the floor. I’m aching for you to touch me. I almost beg you to touch me, however, I’ve been told not to speak. I have been told that I am only here to please you this evening, which is everything I ever wanted, all I have to do is obey.Your hand.