I waited a week and asked her again, but she still wasn't ready so I was turned down again. At least once a week I gave it another try and struck out ...each time.She had been with the company eight weeks when I saw her at the Golden Spider with Mel Travis from Purchasing. The Spider was where most of us stopped after work for drinks and conversation. When I saw them together I shrugged and accepted that we were not meant to be. We all usually stopped on Wednesday nights to sort of break the week. “We have a wide ranging client list, males and females, and lots of constant work,” she told me as she auditioned me. “And we provide for some very kinky people with lots of sexual fetishes.”At eight on the Friday I am looking forward to meeting the media lady who has never sucked or been fucked by a man with a ten-inch erection. I am still unsure if a third person will be involved.I was expecting a local person, instead I recognise Zondra, a brunette lady in her mid-forties from English. Veeta looked down. She didnt see how large he was before he pushed it in her with ease. She couldnt hide it anymore. A loud groan escaped her lips and she reached up and grasped his shirt. There was a bit of pain as she hadnt been with anyone in so long. As soon as that wore off, she stopped groaning and started moaning. He kept whispering things at her like, Oh you like that don ya? You dirty slut, and, Awe, baby, your cunt is dripping, you like getting yer little cunt fucked. It strangely. ’ ‘Professional dominatrix’s of my acquaintance tell me that the majority of their clients are powerful businessmen, who seek release from the constant struggle of their working lives in sexual submission. I am not saying all powerful men are that way. Among others I am not. But a significant minority are, and so are you. You may recall a wet cunt in Saint Louis. You may recall an orgasm or two. Or maybe more. And If you don’t, I’ll soon give you another. Not for your pleasure, but for my own.