She was of medium height and had a slim build with firm breasts and a small waist.Patrons of the Dragon tended to be intelligent and well educated. Ma...hi had acquired a PhD in Languages (she had a wonderful gift for learning new ones) and a Masters in Music Performance. As an accomplished keyboard, flute and guitar player, she felt right at home in the Dragon.Mahi was picky when it came to men. She hooked up a few times a week with some guy and had a fun one-night stand, but the men she chose. As we kissed he laid back on the couch and positioned me like a baby across his lap and he started rubbing me through my shorts. I found myself gyrating my hips to meet his touches. "Oooooo Uncle". my breathing became shorter his big fingers had me moaning in extasy as I couldn't understand the pleasure my uncle was bestowing upon me. The more we kissed the hotter I became. Then he lifted up my top and my tits spilled out. "Jesus Christ. You deserve some special attention" says uncle. He picks. She wanted to feel the firm grip of his strong hands cupping her exposed mounds. She wanted to feel the pinch and pull as each nipple was compressed and stretched between his finger and thumb.The lightness of his touch did not waver.She knew her nipples were firm and hard. She knew her areolas were puckered and waiting to be sucked into his hot and wet lips.But, he was in total control.His finger followed every curve of her body. She had no feelings of shame or self-consciousness with him. . Pantone signed the rental contract on neutral ground. I’d just have soon it hadn’t been in my Livestock Exchange Building. At least it was in Gertie Oppenheimer’s office.Unlike Harold, Pantone read the paperwork carefully. The diminutive pimp didn’t even move his lips. I wondered about his background. Probably should have had the Sullivans research him. Maybe later.He looked up at Gertie, “Don’t say nothing, you hep me buy no building.”“This is a rental agreement, Pantone. That’s a separate.