As we converse, I realize how much I’ve missed adult conversation. My ex-husband was so much younger, that sometimes, I felt like I was talking to a...spoiled child. You seem so cool and caring. So intelligent and witty. I’m totally having a blast talking to you. Hearing about your family, where you’re from, your experiences you had growing up. I don’t remember how it happend. Who kissed whom first. But before I knew it, we were making out. Not raunchy, trashy making out. Chick flick, soft and. We are both getting over relationships. I am not looking for a man by any means but as I sit on the bench and watch Luke checking the tyres I realise just how attractive he is. His hair is lovely with a little loose curl at the back and his eyes are the colour of the sky. I start to wonder how his hands would feel on my skin and I think about his soft lips on mine. I feel my body becoming aroused and a warm flush creeps up from my belly to my cheeks. I hide my face behind my hair and when. What do you do for a living?” This one took me by surprise, then in almost a whisper, “I worked for a pharmaceutical company as an area representative, but now I think I’m being trained to be submissive and maybe someones slave” Climbing up on my body, easing my cock up inside her, “I think whoever ends up owning you will be more then pleased. You’ve earned the right to cum, while I check to make sure your breasts and nipples are part of your body now. You may cum when you feel like it” She. With a quick nod, she lets me know that it’s OK to keep going and that she was acting as a lookout. I turned my body a little so she can get a better view.It doesn't take me long to arrive. Thank you! The black gloves will hide the stains but I hope they’ll come clean. You reply that you can afford new ones.We return to the party. I walk up to the bar for more drinks. Betty was at the bar too. I didn’t know whether to thank her or pretend like nothing happened. Betty made the decision for me..