Blog : Remember that day?

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5/24/2023 12:02 pm

Remember that day?

Remember the day we first met? A quaint little coffee-house with red tablecloths on the dinky round tables. At that time in the morning it was fairly quiet with less than half the tables in use. I had chosen a quiet corner partially hidden from the rest of the room by that huge ficus plant. As we sipped our coffee, I passed you a note which you unfolded and read:

‘Finger yourself right now. Press your panties up into your pussy and get them wet with your juices, then go to the washroom, remove them and bring them back to me.’

Obediently you immediately lowered your hand under the table and did as asked. You hid it well and sir was pleased. No one in the place had any idea you were masturbating. Then you went to the washroom and returned a couple of minutes later and sat back down.
You passed me your damp knickers which I pressed against my nose and mouth inhaling deeply of your delicious scent before I placed them in my pocket.

We finished our coffee and those gorgeous<b> chocolate </font></b>cakes they served and as we readied to leave I took you by the arm and walked you to the washroom again. I had been watching and was aware that no one was using them. In the passageway where we were alone, I told you to bend over, which I’m pleased to say you did instantly. I took the chrome butt-plug from my pocket and using my mouth and tongue coated it in slippery, lubricating saliva. I lifted your skirt and pushed it firmly into your anus. You gasped and moaned as it stretched your hole and then sank in, gripped firmly by your clamping muscles. We paid and left.

As we walked back to the hotel, you kept grabbing the hem of your skirt every time a breeze caught it. I could tell you were really turned on and thought that this could be the beginning of something really interesting and erotic.


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