I can't wait to get out of work! I just received an email indicating a private message from a member of the dating site that I frequent. It's been a few weeks that I have only fruitless contacts, so I'm all perky. Once calm, I connect via my smartphone to read this message. From the outset the message calls out to me: he knows my first name !!!!!“Dear S, I knew during our meetings that there was something more about you. Something I liked. I know it now. We have an appointment the day after tomorrow evening at my premises to finally sign this great deal. However, I add a condition now that I know your rascal and delicious secret: it will be necessary to pay from you to obtain my signature.So we will meet tomorrow night here to choose what you will wear during our meeting.Very libertine, G ”The next evening, I connect to the google meet as instructed in the message. I see my client appear, all smiles. After the usual greetings, he asks me to place all the lingerie available at home on the bed for him to choose. He immediately chooses two different sets that he asks me to try on immediately: a basque in dark colors matched with a shorty, and a white nightie matched with a thong and a garter belt. So I try both and walk past him, following his instructions. he seems to enjoy the show if I believe the beautiful erection he shows me by promising me a very good evening tomorrow. For my part, I am relieved, the caliber is beautiful but in the norm, it is not a question of a cranky mounted like Rocco who will destroy me. Finally, his choice falls on the basque.The next day, therefore, I put under my men's clothes the guepîere of my ex-wife who will only have served him on the wedding night. She will have seen more penises pass over my shoulders than those of my ex-wife. I love the feeling of the friction of my pants on the socks when I move. The day passes both quickly and slowly as I am disturbed by my evening meeting.I finally arrive at G. He opens the door for me with a big smile. He immediately invites me to go finish getting ready in the bathroom before getting down to business. A little surprised, I understand better when my gaze is on the chair in the bathroom and what sits above it. He chose me from his wife's things: a black dress, heeled shoes, lipstick, mascara, a nice-sized butt plug and lubricant. I then proceed to a complete toilet and then I put on make-up and dress to be as sexy as possible. To top it off, a wig awaits me on the doorknob. When I step out of the bathroom, my host turns around and hisses, “Oh I don't know if I'm going to be able to hold out until the end of the date.” Taking my role seriously, I scold him and tell him that he will get his reward at the end of the business. However, I accept that he takes a picture of me with different poses. It will always be useful to illustrate my profile. During the next hour when I unfold the plan, I have to push back several times his too focused attention. Needless to say, I am extremely confused and sometimes find it difficult to keep the conversation going. Once I get to the signing, I turn to him, look him in the eye and say: "So now is the time for me to come up with my best arguments, right?" He nods and I lengthen him towards him, feeling his cock through the fabric of his pants. He's already hard. if this continues it will not last long this case. I quickly unbutton his pants to b ...

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