One of my clients recently asked me to tell him a fantasy story about what might happen if he asked me for forced bi. He threw in a few special requests that are only catered to in my imagination…and his!
I’ve told you to let yourself in and find me upstairs. I’m in the bedroom putting my lipstick on at the mirror, and I’m dressed in my tight black basque and wearing long shiny stiletto boots. But what really catches your eye is my quite fat and long strap on that’s bouncing between my legs.
It was a hot summers afternoon in July most people are on holiday, but the hot weather has made you feel extremely frisky. No matter how hard you try to turn your mind on to work it keeps coming back to me, and all the kinky things I ask you to do for me. After arranging to come to my house at 3pm you’re just walking up to the house when I call you and say I’m not home at the moment. I add that you’re not to worry as you can go in and wait for me because I will only be a few minutes. I say that my boyfriend will be there and he will let you in.