However, that is another story and one not for me to tell today."Anyway, Michael became as close to a friend to me as I probably had in Crystal Height...s. He seemed to be quite close to the coffee shop owner and so it was okay for me to sit and chat with him for an hour or so whilst he drank his coffee. He never demanded sex yet always tipped a few dollars or so every time we talked." He never asked for sex?" No, never. I asked him once why he didn't and he told me it was because he felt I didn't. Take my fluids, but don't swallow me!" she managed to cry before that vicious mouth closed.Misty sat quietly, thrilling at the feel of someone so tiny wriggling on her tongue. Now what was the best way of doing this? Oh, that's it! The Snowflake trapped Electra against the roof of her mouth, and began just scrubbing her tongue back and forth over the writhing Golden.She felt tiny gentle blows against her tongue. Misty supposed that the Golden was pounding her fists, but it didn't amount to. So far, all the skirts mom wore made her ass look obscene, begging to be fucked. But this dress merely covered them - slipping and sliding around as she moved, adjusting to her natural curves and giving them an opulent, well padded look. With a spa treatment that I billed to the room, my mother no longer looked like the slut. She looked as elegant and sophisticated as any of those rich bitches who throng Vegas with their wealthy husbands. Bob was bowled over. Not in his wildest dreams could he. You could still say "no," still change your mind. You know what I wanted. I wanted you to make yourself available to me. Vulnerable to me. Naked before me. As I said during that walk in the park, when I titillated you with erotic descriptions of sexual surrender. You chose. You chose between the safe, uninspired sexuality You'd always known, and the heat of submission you have always secretly desired. After a brief hesitation, You walked to center stage and, slowly, began unbuttoning your.