After that, I opened up more, talking of my fear ofpain, of releasing the wilder fantasies that were the usual accompanimentfor my masturbation sessio...s. And the upshot of this was that I agreed togo to him - for a weekend and not just a few hours - and soon.Yes, I was still nervous and afraid, more so than with other Mastersbecause I felt that this one could not be fooled, that all my ploys wouldprove useless with him. This made me vacillate in my decision to meethim. One day I couldn't wait. Cleaned up my room, just in case, and sat there anxiously trying to concentrate on whatever was on TV. Went down to the bar a bit after nine, and found the most out of the way table I could see. Then ordered a beer that I nursed along. About 9:35 they walked in, and I waived them over. He was about 5-10, stocky and balding (like me). She was about 5-3, mid forties I’m guessing, a little overweight, short dark hair and pretty face. We ordered drinks, and had a lot of small talk about the. "I'd love to," I said. "Just make sure it's a step you really want to take." I'm sure," she said. "I want to feel you lying with me."I paid our bill and we headed out to our cars. She'd parked next to me when she arrived so it was easy to find her car and we didn't have to separate. I walked her to her door and waited for her to get it open. I then leaned in and said, "I'll follow you," then kissed her softly on the lips.That was our first kiss. The electric jolt that shot through me was highly. My elbows were restrained by my lowered kameez and then without any fuss, he fished out the cord of my salwar and gave one tug.While he spread the kameez apart from my torso and exposed my breast while restraining my hands, he suggested, "Paachchaa ta tol. Salwaarta nambiye dee." ("Lift your bottom. Let me take down this salwar.")He let his fingers stray under the loosened waist band of my salwar right over where my pubic hairs were once there. It was rather exciting. He repeated, this time.