It didn't take June long to realize there was something different about him. He was sitting at the bar, a tumbler of dark amber drink in front of him. His finely-tailored charcoal suit and crisp spanking white shirt fit him perfectly. His features were chiseled, his haircut short. Yes, he looked fine, but it wasn't just that he was handsome that made him stand out. There was something about the way he carried himself the look in his eye. Unlike the other men in the bar, he seemed to have a clear purpose for being there. He wasn't just killing time uncomfortably waiting for something to happen. It was already happening whatever it was. June smoothed down her short pencil 50’s style skirt and pulled her thin tight sweater down to make sure it hugged her curves just right. With confident strides, she made her way to the bar. She purposefully made eye BDSM contact with the other woman at the bar and let a small smile cross her lips. Little Miss Cleavage was sitting about 5 or 6 seats away from the gentleman at the bar and June took a seat in between them. As she mounted the bar stool June had the satisfaction of catching the glare of annoyance from the other woman. Without even a glance at the handsome man sitting only a few feet away from her, June flipped her hair and caught the attention of the bartender. She was about to order when she felt a presence behind her. "She'll have a Sweet Heat," a quiet, smooth, but commanding male voice said behind her. He had a hint of a foreign accent that June could not place. The bartender, a young man, cocked his eyebrows at June to gauge her reaction to the man's attention. She smiled, shrugged her shoulders. "I'll take a Sweet Heat," she said to the bartender. "Thank you," she directed to the stranger who was already moving his drink and taking the seat next to her as the bartender brought her a cocktail glass filled with a yellowish drink and garnished with what looked like slices of ginger and a hot pepper. "You will love it," the stranger said. "It is sweet, of course, with notes of ginger, but underneath is a definite fire. Very spicy. It will japan suit a lady like you well, I should imagine." June took a sip. She appreciated the strong ginger flavor one of her favorites. The underlying kick from the hot peppers was subtle and not as unpleasant as she feared. "It is very good," she said after taking another sip. "Again, thank you." In response, he raised his glass to her slightly before taking a swallow, never once taking his eyes off her. His stare was laser focused. "I'm June, by the way." "It's very nice to meet you, June. I'm Maykop, Penza Maykop." "Are you here on business, Mr. Maykop?" "You could say that," Maykop looked past June, his focused eyes quickly sweeping the room. "There's a gentleman I was hoping to meet here tonight." I put her balls in my mouth, I could feel how stuffed they were. She leaned back in the other lawn chair by the fire and put her feet up on the edge of the pit, spreading her legs so that Dennis was able to see the barely concealed outline of her pussy through the cloud of smoke rising from the fire between them. As we rested a bit, I felt movement and japan soon Abby was kissing and licking her juices off my cock. Then he stood up in front of me and kissed on my mouth feeding me the cum of his dad. “God Kevin, you don’t always have to apologize.” She gave me smile, I knew she was kidding. "Almost the sky is the limit. There was nothing BDSM else to wear. “You really do like this. “Already done, my queen.” April drew the loose flesh of my sack taut with her slurps, separating my nuts into her cheeks. She really was a hopeless romantic, pulling me on top of her and sealing her lips around mine. Slow circles, feeling her bud throbbing against my thumb. That was back when I floated through life. No spanking more being a living wallet for my whore-wife. My boss and friend saw it. When he regained his composure, he started stroking her hair letting her continue to suck his shrinking cock.