You sneak up on me as I am dozing – running your nails up and down my back – neck – down again – along my arms then down over my ass – along... the crack again and again – I am moaning mmmmmmmRunning your nails down my legs tickling my feel just gently and up again – ever so lightly over my pussy – I raise my hips to meet your wandering fingers – shivering. You caress my ass down to my pussy again – teasing my clit running your fingers gently over my lips – beginning to swell with pleasure –. As soon as she pulled the foreskin down and moved her mouth around she heard me breathe deeply and sighed outward, my hand was rubbing her breasts and I was responding verbally, I let out a quiet moan. She loved performing fellatio on me, never as much with her husband, than she did for me. I always seemed more appreciative and respectful. She couldn't take it anymore, she wanted me so badly. She moved back up toward my face and snuggled into my chest; she was breathing me in. I moved so. "Be back in a minute and we can talk some more." Vanessa went off to the ladies' room, and, when she came back, handed me a small remote control. I realized it was for her radio-controlled ben-wa balls.Still in the restaurant, Vanessa wasn't going to look very wild. We were in a corner booth, though, and she could be discreet in the corner. When she gestured at me, I looked down. When she sat down, she hiked her professional-length skirt above her stocking tops, and had taken off her panties.. They’re like I wore yesterday, only they’re for you.” Marsha put a bag on the table and tipped out a collar, ankle and wrist cuffs and a wide leather belt. She stood up, moved behind Candy and fixed the collar around her neck, clicking a padlock into place. She took each of her hands in turn and cuffed her wrists and locked the cuffs individually, not connected but impossible to remove.“Put the belt on.”Candy complied.“Here’s the lock. Lock it.”“Who has the keys?”“That’s not your problem. Do.