Being the kind of person who likes the familiar and to know exactly where I'm going. So I get a little anxious. Now add to that who my journey takes m... to see. My Dominant. And the prerequisite "dress code" and your understand a bit how I was feeling last Tuesday. Sir was 12 miles from me. Attending a meeting in a nearby city. So we were taking the opportunity to see each other before he travelled home. He had, the week before, mentioned that he was thinking of a "dress code" for me when I came. .. maybe. Anyway, seeing her makes going to school while on break somewhat easier. Somewhat. Pulling into the parking lot, I get out and make my way to the school's gym, the heat of the day already making my tank top and jeans cling to my body. I'm honestly relieved to finally get into the air conditioned gym, where I immediately spot Jaime standing near an equipment locker room; I can feel a tingling in my pussy as I get closer, as Jaime is wearing a pale yellow sundress, low-cut in the front. A rhythm began to grow in his hips with the movement of my head. His balls would twitch every now and then. I let me hands move around his tummy, feeling the contractions, my thumb dragging through the few fine hairs that surrounded where his shaft met his pelvis.I was really turned on, grinding my dick into the covers of his bed while I sucked on his cock. It was getting messy and slippery inside my underwear as I did this. I started fantasizing about what his mouth would feel like down there.. When I was seated on the Metro I slumped into my seat, stared out the window and thought about events after the gig in Grange Villa.The meeting in London had gone without a hitch. PJ had found out quite a bit about the record label that he hadn't let on during our phone conversation. They were a decent sized Jazz/Blues/Folk label based in the centre of Paris. The head of Cypres Records, Sylvain Dutronc was a thin be speckled man with a ponytail and an absolute music fanatic. In his early.