I know online is good, but in person is a hell of a lot better. Don’t you think?”“Yes, I do. That’s why the surprise. Besides, I’ve been r...ally horny after you said you’d stay with me. It’s been hard not to touch myself and cum. I’ve been bringing myself to the edge. I want you to take me over the edge. Can you do that for me, Bret?”“Lana, I will do that and more. My cock is so hard for you right now. I can’t wait to see you.”The Uber dropped me off. I grabbed my bags and walked into the. She smiled back and said, ‘I may not be able to fix a broken heart, but I know how to give a man what he wants.’ Richard’s jaw dropped as she reached into a side pocket on her ski pants and pulled out a small, silver hip flask. Richard burst out laughing as she passed it over to him and she said. ‘Why Mr. Simmonds what did you think I meant?’ The two of them took turns taking pulls on the flask, feeling the silky warmth of the butterscotch schnapps sliding down their throats. By now it was. I decided that I had to buy the statue and maybe I could begin some investigation into how the artist had come up with the idea.The statue jostled my memory and resurrected some of the stories that my dad had told me when I was young. He would talk about a beautiful creature that inhabited the northern waters. It was told that she would only make herself known to those who respected the creatures of the wild.The story was told that if you released a large fish, helped an injured animal, or. All I heard was a soft murmur although the dominatrix's voice had an edge to it while the performer's did not.Before long the performer started rolling and twisting her head, and moaning. At the dominatrix's direction the assistant unlatched the stand and rotated the contraption and performer placing her upside down her backside to the patrons. She repeated the teasing and sensitive rubbing spending time at the back of the performer's knees, inside her thighs and, of course, her ass. While.