I was jet lagged and rest the day when I arrived at my hotel.my meetings were not for two days so I decided to get to know the area.I like ghetto pubs...because one usually finds a slut or two hanging outwho will submit to a well dressed man wearing a Rolex. I asked theconcierge where such a place might be and he directed me to a placecalled Club Clandestino.I napped and around 9 P.M. I took a taxi to the club. When I arrived,there quite a night life, and there were scantily dressed women. The only reason I don’t collapse into you is because of my rigid grip on your arms. As you continue to kiss and stroke my neck, your hands tug my dress up — oh the wonders of stretchy knits and A-line skirts — you slide it up my knees. You kiss me, and I pant against your mouth, trying to tell you that I won’t be able to keep quiet — that we need to stop or I will come — that we need to stop someone will see — please, we need to be discreet — please, please, please… I no longer know what I am. " When they did go to leave, she made a remark about it being cold out there, and better keep those hands warm in your pockets. When she said this she winked at him, and he did in fact put his hands in the coat pocket. That night we laid in bed together. She was slowly fingering herself, as I talked dirty to her about how much all the guys wanted her sweet pussy. And then she got a text. She stopped what she was doing and grabbed the phone. "It's him, she said and there is video. I'm gonna need. " I'll say. Who are you planning to seduce this morning?" Oh, whoever I choose as my next victim," I reply with a giggle."I've no doubt you can have anyone you want. Just be careful," she adds, more seriously.Our conversation of last night comes back to me, and I recall that my power has a dark side. "Yes, of course."Mum rinses her bowl and tells me she's going out for a while. I ask her, "When will you be back? I have an idea for when I get back from work." I'll be back home for lunch. Why?" I.