Unfortunately my fantasy was more bold than I was and that did not happen.a woman came running in wanting to use the phone and he rushed her out so we... could go back to out fun. When he was finished cutting my hair he offered me a ride home. Like the sly fox he was, he knew what going to happen. He started driving and put his hand on my groin next to my cock and gave me a lame line about wearing my dad's pants. I did not remove his hand. He started massaged my leg and suddenly I picked his hand. The last item I put on was a pair of leather "Come Fuck Me" pumps with five inch heels. I didn't put on any stockings because, to my mind anyway, nothing says "Slut" like bare legs with "Fuck Me" shoes.I had hoped that Mike would take me somewhere discrete, but he took me to the country club where we were members. I got quite a few looks of distain from some of the wives, but I noticed that their husbands couldn't take their eyes off me. We had a leisurely dinner and Mike asked me to sit with. In a little while it would wend its way gently upwards.Those ancients, the ones from several thousand years ago, knew a thing or two when they trekked this way and drove their animals before them. The old Drovers Way, the path we trod so lightly, was well-worn, making its way towards the next small river ford where they would have watered their stock and maybe stopped for the night. Now we used its gentle, peaceful way for the pleasure of our days riding.My reveries and musings, half. Cindy agreed, as she has done this many times before for other clients. Jim told Cindy that he wanted her to wear a special outfit, and that he would buy it for her.On the day of the party she went over to his house to clean and pickup her outfit. When Cindy brought it home she was shocked, so was I. It looked like a playboy bunny outfit, the only difference being it looked like a xxx version. It was a black leotard (with a thong back), it came with black sheer nylons, 5in heels, a pair of.