The kneeling chair was low enough to facilitate this and was actually quite comfortable. There were assistants here...lesser wardresses whose job it w...s, I assumed, to oversee the raunchy activities. The humorless woman who came in to set me up was quite attractive, and was dressed in a brown work suit, such an appropriate color. She was very serious in her work and soon had me strapped into the chair, which was secured to the floor with bolts.She pulled my left hand forward and put it. ..I excused myself. And went to the bathroom...using the vibe, by rubbing it against my panty covered pussy...I had to make my panties wet. Till the vibe glistened with my juices seeping through the panties then I had to stop...and lick it clean.I put it back into my handbag, and take off my panties. And when back at the table I give You my soaking wet panties. After leaving the restaurant we head to a XXX theatre sitting near the back You start stroking my thighs, before telling me to strip,. I sent him sexy photos of myself. He sent me photos of himself – I loved the ones of his big black 9" cock. I remember my mouth watering for it and the tingling sensation in my boy pussy while I looked at it lusting for it. We decided to meet up this evening for drinks at a gay pub in CBD in Atlanta. We chatted and drank and laughed. He was a good conversationalist. He placed his hand on my thigh several times feeling it through my tight jeans. It felt so good. Even though I've been with. Then out of the corner of my eye I noticed the side door of the house open very slowly, and someone creep out, they snuck along the side of the house and started peeking in the window, was this some game she plays with her husband, no he was to young, this must be her son, wow what have a stunbled onto, she was sitting with her profile to the window, brushing her hair, topless, she really did look amazing, and the son thought so to , I could make out he was stroking himself, at a very frantic.