Looking at the digits of the number I have faint ideas of who could the sender of the message be but after the first a few messages, I asked him. This...is how the conversation happenedMe: I don’t have your number saved. What’s your name?Sai: Sai.Me: Have we met?Sai: Not yet but we spoke of it.Me: Sorry. The poor memory I guess. What do you do? Or if I must make it easier, let me see a pic of yours to remember. I am bad with names but I remember faces.Sai: We discussed a lot of fetishes. Don’t. I could see she was mentally revising all that she had said. “No.” “Another test,” I thought to myself. Rather than just sit and absorb her questions I decided to try and retrieve some of the initiative. I stood to go to her and then realised I did not have any clothes on below the waist. I shrugged, accepting the fact that Clare had seen it all before. “I consider you an extremely sexy, hot, horny, full blooded woman.” “Bullshit!” she snapped. “No bullshit. Straight up. Look, I am married,. I finished up my drink and headed for the doorway, grabbing my coat from the back of my stool. That's when I saw Ryan walking out of the washroom. He hadn't gone with the rest of his friends. I blushed again and waved at him, and headed for the door. As I was walking down the street, Ryan caught up with me...Ryan was clearly in a party mood, and very talkative as we walked along the street together. I was struggling to find any sort of meaningful things to say to him. I didn't actually know why. This seemed to send her into overdrive, as she was practically screaming now. She was so wet and her juices were flowing freely, and they tasted great. Just to push her over the edge, I stuck a finger into her pussy. She loved it. She started bucking her hips and her moans grew even louder. This was almost enough to make me cum. She must have come three times before I was done eating her out and fingering her cunt. She sat up and I started to fuck her tits. She pushed them together as I stuck.