The guy had always seemed, to me, to be kind of more different than others I had encountered over the years. He was charming, always well turned out, ...always in control, never aggressive in any way, I often wondered how he ever got to be successful in his job role. He also had a certain 'glint' in his sparkly eyes.Anyway, I was at this bar ordered up some food and while ordering, eating and drinking I kept occasionally looking over to the ever smiling guy, we'll call him Paul.When I finished up. Why didn’t you drink your beauty potion before arriving? How did Curtis get it? What’s in it?”“You should tell us both how we got here,” Shannon prodded, “It’d help.”Kristi hung the pen by it’s clip as a bookmark for her page in the binder. The journal and the binder were laid behind her. She looked to her knees and took a measured breath. She hooked either thumb into her bangs and pulled them back behind her ears. A few loose strands on her left hand side fell back toward her nose. She looked. That it was a fetish of mine since I stared several years ago due to my husband being away so very much with his work plus he doesn’t desire sex as much as he use to and I need more sex. My first young guy was a black freshman that I counseled and arranged funding for his classes. He would come to my office in gym type shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt and sandals. The way he would sit I was able to catch glimpses of his young black cock. It started to arouse my desires seeing how big his cock. I want to see those pretty brown eyes water. You are getting your wish tonight, princess. Me and Damon are going to fuck you until you tap out and quit. I looked up at him through thick, full, catlike eyelashes, making a mental note to stock up on this mascara, forcing his cock further into my throat, gagging, pulling back down the shaft to lubricate his cock with the spit from my gag. "It's going to be a long night, guys. I don't quit anything." Looking back up at him, my turn to give orders,.