I’m up for almost any sort of activity. If you want me to pee on your toes or nibble a nipple, just let me know. Check that. For the peeing thing I need to know ahead of time so I can top off my plumbing and bring along a set of rubber sheets. I’ve got toys we can play with and outfits I can dress up in. I’ve even got a Big Boy diaper for you if you’re so inclined. You can call me Mommy or Aunt Angie, or even Cousin Slim, but don’t expect me to give you a standing ovation for outstanding performance at the end of the hour. I’ve been doing this a long time and I truly love sex, but honestly, what gets me most excited is a thick sheaf of twenties splayed out on my dresser.
For my part, I know how to ring your chimes, even if the clapper is rusty and the bell is out of whack through years of neglect. I had a client named Dennis who really needed to let it all hang out. He worked at a boring job that didn’t allow him much room for creativity. As a result Dennis was wholly unimaginative, especially when it came to sex. He informed me at the outset of our first session that he preferred missionary style, male superior, lights out. All the while Dennis was talking, he was staring at my bald pussy that peeked from beneath a tight black bustier I often put on for first dates. When I meet a client for the first time, the visual message from this little number usually breaks the ice, and besides, I have a world class pussy…or so I’ve been told.
While Dennis was in the midst of giving me detailed instructions, I took his hand and led him across the room and pushed him gently down on the bed. I tugged an armchair up close to the bed and positioned myself, legs wide open so Dennis had a clear view of the promised land. He clapped his mouth shut and gazed at my pussy so longingly I swear he’d never seen one up close before. I slowly spread the lips of my luscious labia and began to stroke my glistening, pink clitoris. Moaning at this point is usually a real turn on and for Dennis it did the trick. He tugged down his necktie (yes, he had on a suit and tie!) and began unbuttoning his white dress shirt. I guided his hand to my shaved pussy and let him take over the stroking while I took over the task of freeing him from his formal attire. When at last I tugged off his Jockey briefs I discovered his cock was stiff and warm and refreshingly thick. So what’s a girl to do? I taught him how to use it.
After several session of training Dennis became a lot more creative and much less uptight. I like to think I played some small part in his transformation. I admit I enjoy my work. I’m a real people pleaser at heart. Sometimes you just have to get their attention first. Ciao!