I’m a spoiled brat. I hit on every hot woman outside. Please, forget about this and go away.Although Sonu was begging me to leave him, I found his i...termittent pauses to be strange. When I observed him carefully, I realized that he was sniffing my pussy region.Me: You fucking pervert, stop doing that! I’m not like your mother who can’t see that her son is shoving his cock up her big ass (I slapped him for taking advantage of me).Sonu: Yes, hit me if you want but keep talking like that, oh. .. and my face will need shaving twice a day,not to mention all of the facial and body moisturizing routines I'llhave to adopt. And that's just for my outward appearance." Sweetie, I'll pay to have all of your facial and body hair permanentlyremoved, so that argument won't fly. And, if you don't think you'llenjoy doing your makeup every morning (but I think you will), then I cantake you to the beauty clinic to have most of your makeup tattooed on.They do great work; one of my girlfriends had. The collar dips just enough to draw the eye to my cleavage. It works on him. Under the table I am wearing black stockings and pumps. Purple bracelets wrap around my wrist. A matching beaded belt wraps around my waist. I know I look good. So does he. “You look great,” he says, smiling. I chuckle, “I was just about to say the same to you.” The evening progresses with polite, at times, timid conversation. We work our way through the salad and main course. He. "Thatwas years ago", she thought, "and I still have them there!" "Godthey feel good", she thought, "but they didn't THEN." "I wasscared shitless, sweating like the whore that I was, after a twentystud gang bang, down in that hot basement room, dripping sexual juicesthrough my sweat."Linda's mind floated back to that night, again, and with her armrubbing over her golden ringed nipples, she once more drifted back to arecollection of what Mistress Hilda had done next. Hilda went to the wall and.