Then he might want me instead... Or is this just another pathetic justification? I can't deny the way my pussy is throbbing and my heart is pounding e...ven though I've recovered my breath. She's all over me like an octopus, and the way she's making me feel as she fingers my clitoris and keeps up that damn nibbling on my left nipple ... Oh God, I have to be strong... She tried to recall just what a bitch Heather was, but her mind was focused more on what Heather's hands and mouth were doing to. Glenda came over with a big towel, a brush, comb and scissors. "How short do you want it Steve?" Glenda, just take a lot of the ragged bottom off and get rid of the puffy sides. Clean me up but don't cut it too short yet. Let me cut it off a little at a time." Steve, do want me to trim up your hair?" Naw, I'll just leave it long for a while. I'm kind a curious how long it will get." I like your long hair, but your beard was too much," Glenda said while working the scissors on my beard.When she. . ?" Her voice came from far away, as most of her mind took in Samantha's ministrations, leaving only a small, uninterested part to deal with what I was saying."Yes, you've always looked so good in the fetish clothes you've worn to these meetings. But you never leave them on very long. Why is that?" Hurtssss... too tight... need to take it off..." Her hands reached behind her, as if to start unlacing the back of the corset. A slight push and her mind refocused on Sam, her hands dropping to her. It was so sexy to hear her speak. The way words left her lips and reached my ears was turning me on.When she was telling me about her home at Delhi, I closed my eyes. She asked, what happened, are you sleepy? I replied, I was just relishing listening to her sexy voice. Listening to this, she blushed. I loved the expression on her face. It was as if, she was 19 and not 42.I asked her, why is she blushing. She replied, if such a handsome guy, would give compliment to any girl, she would.