She looked up at me as the barmaid set the drink in front of her and gave me a half smile and a wink.She was absolutely the most beautiful woman I had...seen in a long while.Her jet black hair was cropped fairly short, not too short. She wore agray pin striped business suit and gunmetal gray stockings. Her skirt rode up about four inches above her beautiful knee, at least what I could see of it without being too obviously ogling. I expect my tongue was hanging out anyway. On her feet she wore a. After finishing off with the first day’s meeting, I texted her to ask her out for dinner. She readily accepted the invitation. I told her to wear a sari. To which she asked why and I said, “For obvious reasons”. “I didn’t know you are so naughty,” she said.I reached the restaurant carrying a bouquet. She was dressed in a beautiful red sari and was looking awesome. We exchanged smiles.We had normal chat for some time. Gradually, our conversation started getting intimate. Both of us understood. “What the hell is in there?”“Lubrication, Massage Oil, Strap-on, glass dildo, double ended dildo, handcuffs, wax, matches, candles, gag ball, mask, a whip, and leather cord.”My heart begins to beat really fast. I feel a rush of excitement. “Can we do all of it?”“You sound like a child in a candy store. Of course, we can. Providing one thing.”“What’s that?”“We trib first, then use the double head dildo to take us to heaven.”“What the hell is trib?”“Our pussies rubbing together as one.”My heart. She put the phone down and said "You can go in now."I went in and assumed the position of parade rest, which was what they called it when they showed me how to report to Mr. Thornbill. I knew it was some kind of military term, which seemed odd, since Jasper Thornbill had never been in the military. I'd heard a rumor that, during the Viet Nam situation, he'd been a divinity student, which meant he had a 4F exemption from the draft. I guess as soon as that war was over, though, he decided - quite.