What I understood from the chat sessions though was that she was as open minded about meeting someone discreetly as I was. Once a business trip to NYC... materialized I quickly made plans to meet up with her for an evening coffee and see how it goes. Though she had shared only a grainy picture with me it was clear she was quite busty and had very long hair. I love women with long hair and her chats were slowly making me crazy for her.We met at a small restaurant/coffee-place. She was about 5’6,. Wilson?" asked the first guy. I was using an assumed name."Yes, I am. What can I do for you?" I asked with pretended interest.The man who spoke to me was tall, well muscled and dressed in a good suit. The two guys flanking him were muscle, and dressed roughly."Mr. Wilson, we have gone to a lot of trouble to get these farmers to sell to us at a reasonable price, and you have come in here, a late comer, and ruined a very good profit for me," the tall well dressed man said."And you would be?" I. Little did I realize at that stage just how kinky they were. And that I would be able to double my prepaid fee, then receive a very generous tip on top of that.When I arrived at their well known international hotel at two in the afternoon I was wearing heels, a short, tight skirt and a designer jacket. Determined to make a dramatic entrance for my clients, in the lift on the way to their floor I adjusted the jacket so just the lowest button was holding it closed, to display my ample cleavage.“I. If I got a chance to go as far as I wanted, I didn’t want him to say no just because he wouldn’t have a condom to put on.I went up to his apartment, knocked on the door, and waited (quite anxiously) for him to answer. When the door opened, there was a rather scruffy looking guy standing in front of me wearing a work uniform. He was about six feet tall, decent shape, but a bit of a belly; nothing special, and that’s how I wanted it. I went inside, and after asking me a few questions about.