I looked into my coffee, which was getting cold, and finished it off. She smiled again, “My coffee is cold, let's go somewhere warm. How about Kisse...?” I knew it wasn't really a question, I had to go along. In this case, I wanted to go along. Kisses is a gay bar where on Sunday night, they have a drag revue. The female impersonators there are the only ones with a decent show and a I'm a fan of one or two. An added bonus is that some of the clientele are transgendered. A few of them are pretty. What a beautiful night this was; what a beautiful garden; and what a beautiful girl.Her breasts strained against the dress, so she took it off. He couldn’t help but imagine picking ripe fruit straight off a tree when he put his hands on them. Where Devanie had been forceful and in charge, Lorelei was completely pliant. She swooned every time he touched or kissed her, and anything he wanted to do next she was always just a half step ahead and offering it to him. He kissed his way along the. OK, I had said and he asked if I would look in on Monique at least every other day. Because my granddaughter was involved, wild horses couldn't have kept me away. I assure him every thing would be just fine and he expressed his relief.The very next day I was at the front door ringing the bell. Monique opened the door and gave me the biggest smile she had ever shown me. I went inside admiring her new outfit; a short skirt showing her long sexy legs and a top obviously three sizes too small. It. I just focused on my breathing while taking in all the sensations. Sir asked slave a question but she didn’t hear him. She winced a little as a crop smacked her inner thigh. The crop was Less tingle, more sting and more heat. You ask the question again. “Whose property, are you?” he growled, slightly annoyed she didn’t answer last time he asked. “yours, sir.” She replied quickly. “louder.” He spoke. She could feel the riding crop slap her inner thigh again. She gasped as a puddle of wet.