I really love to have hard, pounding sex. I love to have my pussy eaten, but there is more to sex then just my pussy. I mean there is his cock and the...re is the feeling of joy, when you get fucked. I absolutely love to have sex. I have thought of a way to get what I want. I'm now going to be more dominant in our relationship. I've thought of something a little different that I want to do. I told Glen I want him to watch me play with my toys. He would not be able to touch me. He would be allowed. She had got to the club early not wanting to miss him if he showed up, nor did she want to take a chance on some other woman picking him. She saw him the moment he walked into the lounge and had pressed his number into the console before he had even sat down at the bar.While he was undressing he was hoping it was the same woman he had been with the first time. He hadn't had enough of her that night and did nothing but dream of being with her again."I was so happy to see you had come back," she. **** I was talking with Larry and Ben when she came in. At first I was alarmed. I was afraid she knew. I needn't have worried. "Hi, Clyde. Ben, Larry. Good to see you all," she said. "Hello, Adrienne. You're looking good," I said. "Better than I deserve," she said. "I had a bit of luck. Anyway, I'm fine now. Clyde, could I talk to you? I really need to talk to you." I was suspicious, at this point I was certain that she knew what I'd done. "Yeah, I guess. Over there," I said. We headed for. I had no sooner taken one or two sips when someone approached the table. A man, loud, drunk, red faced and wide eyed slammed his fist down, splashing the coffee onto my hands, and soaking my fingers with the long manicured French nails."What?" I stammered, pulling back in consternation, all too aware of what might happen next."Filthy fucking Faggot!" he spitted into my face, leaning close and smelling of beer and whiskey. "What the fuck is a piece of shit like you doing in this place?"He was.