.Me - "Zack!"Zack - "Yes."Me - "Zack, are you out of your mind! We can't do this here!"Zack - "You seemed to enjoy it."Me - "That's... that's beside ...he point! Julie is here! She can walk in at any time!"Zack - "Don't worry, she is laying down on the sofa; she is going to be there for a while."Me - "Well she might be right now but she is going to wonder where we are if we keep this up for too long."Zack - "I suppose so. Maybe we should continue this another time."Me - "Yes. I mean, No. I. The female orgasm and the Clitoris are two items that I believe make women enjoy more their sex than men. But I digress. This “OBGYN” table would be for the situations where maybe the “fucker” wants to enjoy jacking off the “fuckee” or where the “fucker” may be just more comfortable doing her work. The next station would be a wall rack. One of those racks that you see many times. Basically three boards connected by a whole bunch of rungs attached to a wall. Strong enough to hold a. It felt like her hand had been stroking other places. She sat up abruptly and looked concerned, “Did I do something wrong?” “I…..no. Not a bit. It just felt a little weird.” “Weird like what?” She leaned in and whispered like we were sharing a secret or she was teasing me. “Uh...I don’t know. Just different.” I shrugged. “Different good, or different bad?” She said back with a little smile. I was lost for words because I couldn't explain what I was feeling. I opened my mouth a few times but. As I enter the bar I’m hit with everything all at once, my senses are assaulted. From the dark smoky alcohol filled air that affects my eyes, nose, and lungs. To the beat of the music which I feel throbbing in my pussy. To the whine of the guitar which threatens to tear out my soul. I look around and find him in the corner. I head to the bar and get two shots, vodka straight up. The liquid fire sliding down my throat is a reminder of the fire I’ll be feeling between my lower lips in a few.