The thought stiffened him even more.Evening at the Momiji Restaurant continues …
The restaurant area was bigger than it first seemed and, like the bar, it is slick and modern, with subtle backlighting on the walls and ceiling. Sex “So, what are you then, my big tough dominant man?” Yulia whispered this with her eyes still closed. Just before she disappeared inside, she turned around to face him. Fleetingly, her mind’s eye recalled the feel of the rope around her wrists, the spread of her legs, the rub of the thick bamboo in between her labia … her response to being submissive was genuine, it was something she truly adored, and Anatol’s performance as her Dominant had been perfect. “Huh?”
“Tell me,” She maintained her gyrations while she spoke, “… It turns me on to hear about your work, how important it is for our country …”
Warning bells, red flags and flashing lights should have been going off in his head, but Anatol was lost in the moment, and Yulia knew it. You can rub my leg higher now that we’re alone,” Yulia smirked. “You have very nice face, Anatol.
