I drove to the address I got from her on WhatsApp and rang at the door. After paying her the agreed amount (love the humiliation factor of this, need ...to pay someone to fuck my ass) she showed me the bathroom were I could change.Through the half open door I admired her beautifull body while she was smoking a joint under the hood. She told me she liked red, so I was dressed up all in red and black. She helped me fixing my wig and then she took control.She inspected my body, slapped my ass, gave. The music changed and picked up tempo. Everyone was really dancing now and there was no holding of hands as everyone gyrated to the music. Adam watched as Keri let go more and more as she danced. She loved to dance and Adam could tell when she was doing nothing but being wrapped up in her dance, oblivious to the outside world that she was shielded from by the mask.Another hard tempo song and everyone was working up a sweat. When that song ended the next one was slower, much slower. Adam reached. ”Mary wondered how Stephanie knew where she lived.“I followed you home, Miss, and I’ve been walking up and down for over an hour trying to pluck up enough courage to ring your bell,” Stephanie explained.“You’d better come in, Stephanie, so that we can work through your problem.”She showed the young girl into her sitting room.“I see that I’ve disturbed your dinner,” said Stephanie.“It’s ok,” replied Mary, “I’d finished anyway. Please sit down.”Stephanie sat on the sofa beside Mary and took out. Empty your lungs for me," I commanded. Amber stood up on her toes and tried to pull my hand away from her throat. Panic set in, fight or flight set in. "Shhh, Amber. I want to steal a breathless kiss from your lips," I whispered. My words set off a quiver in her belly, she obeyed and exhaled. I squeezed her throat tighter. Just tight enough to partially constrict the air and blood flow. Having your throat squeezed is more of a mind fuck than a physical torture. If Amber were to squeeze her own.