”Vittorio tells Bianca: “I remember the time when your mother taught you of how to become a lesbian.” Bianca smiles: “I remember that. And I l...ved it!” As Bianca continues drooling and flavoring Vittorio’s penis, Vittorio rubs his hands up and down Bianca’s smooth and feminine bare back and her legs. Bianca says thoughtfully: “I wish we had a baby. I want to be a mother!” Vittorio grins: “Sounds like you want me to make you pregnant.”Bianca nods with orgasm from her mouth and Vittorio’s rock. He began to whisper all kinds of encouragement to me. He told me how good it felt and how much he loved me. I responded that if he loved me, he would cum for me. He said he did love me with all his heart and he would cum for me. I told him that I was going to count down from 20. If he didn't cum before I got to zero, he was going back into his cage without an orgasm. He groaned and agreed.I started counting slowly. I could tell he was close. I really wanted to screw with his mind, so when I got. It was a Wednesday night and the establishment was moderately crowded. George made his way to the small bar across the room. Four men sat at one end of the bar talking to the bartender, a short, stocky, older man with a jovial face who moved down the bar quickly to take George’s order.“Yes, sir,” he said as if George were an old and valued customer. “What can I get for you?” The barman had one of those deep gravelly voices that can either come off as intimidating or robustly friendly. George. I also noticed that many of them were pigs;their tipping habits seemed to directly coincide with the size of the rackof their server. I could tell they liked me and my friendly / flirtypersonality, but I still never got the big tips that the busty girls got.It was frustrating, and I, for a brief second, wondered if I should requestmy expanders be filled long term. Oh, hell no, I quickly concluded.2 months after my first mission, a new envelope arrived under my door. Thesame address as last.