She wanted Mr. Right to step up to her and sweep her off her feet. She picked up her hand held mirror from her purse and saw that she needed to freshe... up. Walking over to the restrooms was a beauty of 1.76 meter, long blond hair, with curves that would make several top models jealous but at the same time it was a stern look that said no one had access here and it also said that here comes a person that doesn't want anyone to stand in her way. To her surprise a man that just entered the club. She stops and eases herself against the cold, coarse bricks, whimpering a little as they dig into her delicate flesh, focusing on it as she eases her hips against the harsh surface. She gasps and struggles a little reflexively as she's pushed hard against the wall, her breasts crushed as she feels her master's full weight bearing her to it, her nipples scraping along and sliding inbetween the bricks, the rough material unbearable against the sensitive skin of her pussy, her round ass burning. " Neither could I."So that was it. Although Allison hadn't come right out and said so, the implication was that a serious relationship between the two was impossible.Or was it? None of his questions had really been answered, after all. Allison had said that flirting and being affectionate was okay, and even good for Brit. But to take things further...No. He would never take things further, because that could really mess her up. He could never do that to her. So things really were clear after. Well, I was just thinking, you obviously could help her. You said you think she is hot, and by the looks of how hard you got yesterday, I am sure you would be up for it. So if I offer this to her, are you okay licking her once in a while?" I tried to hide my excitement and act like I was doing her a favor. "I guess I could help if you really need it, and promise you won't be mad." She looked at me, and replied, "If you can do this for her, it would really be a big help, and it would not bother.