Very tall and athletically built. Very handsome.I asked him what I could offer him to drink and he said whiskey cola. Ibrought him his drink and sat b...side him on the sofa. He was nervous. ButI'm such an experienced slut that I knew how to get things going. I laid myhand on his jeans and felt his cock begin to rise. I knew that this wasgoing to work. 'I'm your whore,' I whispered. 'You get exactly what youwant. Just take it. Use me as your slut, your sex slave. Just do whateveryou want.' This. Jazzy headed back into the entrance hall, carrying her bottle of water. She grabbed her purse and went into the bedroom and sat on the bed, taking her phone out so she could put it on the charger. As she did that, it suddenly hit her: she had his contact number.I need to delete that, Jazzy thought as she pulled up the number. Holding her finger above the delete button, she just stared at the number and then put her phone on the charger without deleting it. I can do it tomorrow as she went to. A masseuse should not touch his client like that.” Even though he was protesting, looking at his face she could see he was warring with himself. This once confident young man now looked flustered and very young suddenly, but she was exceptionally aroused now, wanting more and she knew how to deal with indecisive men; appeal to their base nature. “Please, Monsieur, it felt so good and I am so very stressed, you would be doing me a great favour.” This snagged his attention and he looked down at. And as sheturned she let out a gradually rising whistle of appreciation. A wisp that fluttered out theback of the Stetson told the cowpoke that this honey, the girl stood behindwith a drop on her, was brunette. But she didn?t getto look into the sapphire-blue eyes and the astonishingly pretty face, till shehad travelled up two legs, each longer than theMississippi-Missouri, and far by far shapelier. This girl wore heellessbrown leather cowgirl booties, with wheel-spurs. She therefore stood.