They were solid and dull, but much larger than the hamster cage sized flats they throw up now.Sam pulled on his coat and closed the door, double locki...g the door a little ostentatiously, I thought.“Pub or wine bar? Your call.” I said.“Oh, wine bar, all right?”The G****s of Wrath was a pretentious little wine bar, but it was only a few streets away and we walked quickly to keep warm. It was warm inside with only a sprinkling of people who had braved the cold. We settled on a bottle of Malbec.. I'm not into playing "little girl" and I'm not verygood behind a whip. But oh, there's some things I'm very good at(with both men and women), and it makes these nights all worthsomething.I'm kind of partial to being the submissive, know what I mean?Playing French Maid, or harem slave, or trained pet... I don't knowwhy, but a bit of humiliation always turns me on. Guess it has to, ifsome of my clients are 300-pounds and arrogant -- a person has to finda way to cope, I guess. But as it is, a. Rule 3: Only talk if you want sex outside. Rule 4: All cum must be cleaned up. Rule 5: by entering hear you accept responsibility for everything including the guys next orgasm."I was shocked, I quickly (still sitting) tried the lock, and it just spun in place and would not unlock no matter how much I tried. After another minute the cock began moving in and out of the hole slowly, I wiped myself clean but accidentally rubbed my clit and got a little excited. I had never gotten so far with a guy. Atfirst the idea of having someone else touch me like that seemed reallygross but then I remembered how good it had felt when the guy at thetattoo parlor was touching me so I reluctantly agreed. It would have beenmore than a little gross to have Dad doing it so he asked me whether Icould talk any of my friends into helping us. It didn't take a lot ofthought on my part to figure out that the one guy who would probably beglad to help was .......... ROMEY. So anyway, I wasn't sure how toapproach.