I might have felt an unexpected shyness, but she certainly didn’t. ‘So where is this place you’re taking me again? The food better not suck or I...��ll sue their fucking asses. On second though, fuck that. Fuck dinner – take me to a club, Curt.’ She cracked a strange smile then, I watched her face as she said mostly to herself now, ‘God that sounds weird, saying that.’ I was pretty sure she meant the name. She hadn’t taken the flowers from me, I set them down on a long table that was near the door,. I said okay expecting her to lie down in her suit. But as we began walking out of the water Christine undid the ties to her suit. I could hear whoops and hollering as guys were encouraging her to “take it off, take it all off.” Christine didn’t need their encouragement as that, she told me, had been her plan all along. Holding on to one set of the straps she let go of the other set and allowed her suit free rein to fall off. Because it was wet it didn’t do so immediately but rather continued to. ”I just started shuffling towards the door and didn’t look back. When I finally got home, he was there. He listened to me tell my mother that I had a gut ache and was going to lie down. I never went back to the job. I hardly ever spoke to him again. But from then on, I always knew what he had been doing those nights when he came home late from work….The years went by. I left home, got married, had kids. My wife, Cathy, was from the neighboring town. Blond, small bust, conservative. She was a. I licked and licked. I sucked her clit and dug my tongue deep in her pussy until she moaned loud while her pussy convulsed on my lips. She stood up and I felt her hop off the couch."Damn, you were right. He is one hell of a tongue" said Heather. I couldn't help but feel proud of her comment."Did you think I would lie?" asked Mistress Anna. Heather laughed, "I suppose not, but I didn't expect that. He even looks passable!" Anna clapped. "Good, he'll want to look like a girl for what is.