I laughed as convincingly as I could ‘A card? Lady, you obviously don’t know anything about fishing guys. I used to give them all cards, and they ...all just went into the wastebasket. You gotta get to know ’em by name, then they remember you. A business card is just too office-like, and a lot of these guys left office jobs to run these little shops and go fishing as much as possible.’ I put my arms up in the air like I was under arrest. ‘But you’re smart to ask. You’re welcome to search me if you. She was sure that James was likely to prefer the full-fashioned French knickers to the wispy bits of nothing she wore to please Gerald. She brought the lemon colored sheer panties for a change of pace, just in case. She packed a light cream-colored dress that she knew emphasized her breasts and left a lot of cleavage bare.Valerie gazed into the mirror. "It's going to be alright," she nodded her head firmly. She turned on her heel and went downstairs where James was waiting anxiously."Ready?". I began to curse her, call her all kinds of things. “When I get loose I’ll pay you back,” I said. I’ll disqualify you because I’m going to do things to your ass and pussy that you won’t ever forget. “Awww, promises promises,” Joyce said. “But I don’t think you will be in any condition.” She took something metal that I couldn’t quite see in the candle light. I started to regret cursing her as I was now at her complete mercy. She clamped the metal thing to the base of my cock and knelt. You certainly know what a woman wants and the most erotic ways to please one,” I reply. “OK, next week I will let you touch & we will see what develops.” Why is Chris so reluctant for me to touch and see him? Surely he can’t be a hideous beast. I spend almost every waking hour imagining Chris. Is he tall, short, dark, toned, blond? In my dreams sometimes he is the most stunning looking individual but other times he is evil or ends up being the dirty old man living next door. It’s Tuesday.