Her hands caressed my body as we hugged, and I felt her lovely breasts pressing against my girlish ones. I boldly let my arms drop so I was clutching ...at her ass cheeks.She then guided me upstairs to her bedroom and gently lifted my t-shirt over my head and worked my panties down over my little ass cheeks and thighs until they puddled at my feet. She sat on the bed and drew me toward her, letting me stand between her outstretched thighs while she hugged me to her once again, this time letting. She even had me capitalising her nameand being somewhat diffident, adopting her more formal style andcarefully answering any questions she put. Somehow, communicatingwith her just seemed to require that sort of attitude. She commandedrespect. She definitely wasn't a bimbo.She explained that nothing gave her more pleasure than creating insomeone the desire to be a bimbo, and then giving them everyopportunity, opportunities that they would naturally take, to becomea bimbo. She even went to the. Just as well, as within minutes a middle aged man, totally nude but clutching his shorts passed and looked fixedky at my now rigid prick. Barely half a minute later he returned andwithout a word dropped to his knees between my legs and leant forward to envelop my cock in his mouth. This was more like it and especially so as he sucked very well. I groaned my appreciation and settled back closing my eyes, the combination of his busy mouth and the warmth of the sun on my naked body transporting me. She stared at him, his eyes never leaving her ass hole, it was like he was transfixed. "Pull it out slowly then I want you in me." She whispered, chancing a rub of her gash to alleviate some of the pleasure pressure building in her legs.He tugged it out, her hoop sliding slowly over every fucking link and bead of pearl, it never had time to fully close around anything as the links just kept coming and coming. She squealed with delight, it felt so good. He toyed with the last few links, pulling.