"The emerald-eyed hostess began to stir with her tiny spoon as did her guest, all of the mentally erotic imaginings Priscilla had been patiently guidi...ng them toward about to culminate with her ruthless, nasty plans. She could hardly contain the lewd excitement bubbling within her sensuous young body. In keeping with the evening, she raised the demitasse cup and Desirée responded, daintily sipping."So at last we come to the reason for our little party, Desirée dear," the. Soft music played in the background. Several customers lounged about while they were preened and made over. A young lady who introduced herself as Sally escorted me to a chair in front of a mirror. I told Sally I had a very important interview for a job in the city and that I wanted the full works a manicure a facial, stylish hair a more glamorous image. Sally suggested a new hair color and showed me a picture of a model with blond hair and a very sculptured layered hair cut that. The Frenchman was already there, waiting for me while nursing his own coffee. If somebody had been following me, it would have looked like any other meeting we'd had here during these last months. We exchanged the normal pleasantries while I tasted my coffee. After a moment he used the commonly agreed gesture in letting me know that we could speak freely. I took a sip of my coffee and smiled when I spoke to him."Today might be a good day to disappear, or this following night, at the latest."I. I talked about how I wanted to be restrained and rough-fucked, with no way to pull away or back out. I brought up getting cross-dressed. I talked about getting tag-teamed, or gang-fucked as a first time experience...even having my virgin hole used for hours by toys was mentioned. I was so graphic and explicit.However, I never intended on doing these things. They were fantasies. It turned me on to tell different tops about these fantasies as if we could do it together. But in reality...I had.