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I didn’t get any more time to think on the matter as the waitress approached our table. “Ah, so your guests have arrived.” The older lady said, addressing me whilst simultaneously scolding the two ladies opposite me, before addressing them directly. “You know, this young gent has been waiting here for more than an hour. Even in my day, most men would femdom have pornstar left by now” “An hour?” Jess exclaimed, suddenly looking very shocked “you’ve been waiting for us for an hour?” “More than an hour, lovely” the waitress said sternly as Jess looked back at me I nodded with a shrug. “Oh, I’m so sorry” Jess said, still sounding genuine, “It was my fault, I took too long with my make up.” Again, not a hint of deception or deceit. Maybe it was in my head, maybe those two big assholes who had backed Jack into a corner had set me off and I had imagined the rest. Now I thought about it, nothing else had bothered me about her for the rest of the night. I decided to put the issue out of my mind and enjoy the rest of my evening with these two lovely – albeit very apologetic – ladies. “Don’t be upset with us” Rachael pleaded reaching over and taking my hand. I glanced up at the waitress and matched her playful smile. The girls noticed at the same time and both started laughing, nervously at first but quickly becoming more relaxed. “Take some advice from an old woman, dearies...” the waitress said, “never leave a good man waiting.” “Oh, this is definitely a good man” Rachael answered quickly, drawing a bigger smile from the waitress, enthusiastic nods from Jess and a blush from me. They all giggled at my expense. Eventually we all composed ourselves enough for the waitress to take or order; I chose the double burger stacked with bacon and cheese, Rachael ordered the hot dog to the amusement of Jess, who in turn ordered the chicken salad and shakes all round. The conversation flowed easily, my reservations about Jess being pushed further into the recesses of my mind with each passing minute. Before long, the conversation turned to the game due to take place in a few hours. “So how good are you?” Jess asked. “At what?” I answered back before sipping my shake. “At this whole ‘reading people’ thing you do?” “yeah, I wanted to know that as well” Rachael interrupted, “You saw straight cfnm through those guys at last week’s game as if they were holding up signs” I shrugged as I swallowed another mouthful. “I don’t know, I just seem to see things. I notice the small details that people overlook. Plus 3 years in university studying exactly how and why people’s body language and eyes are effected by emotion and it becomes easy to read them.” It was a very simplified answer but I hoped it would satisfy their curiosity without having to get into the boring science behind it. “Show us.” Jess said after a long pause, sitting upright and looking at me intently, Rachael was nodding enthusiastically. “How?” I asked, not sure how to comply with her request. “Read me.” Rachael answered quickly. It would fetish have been fairly simple to read Rachael, I could have told her about her internal conflict about what she wanted with me, for example. But I thought better of it. “It doesn’t really work like that” I answered truthfully, “There has to either be blowjob a lot of observation over time, like with the pair of you. Or there has to be an emotional stake involved.” They both looked at me confused. “Okay, let me put it like this” I turned to Rachael, “I bet I can tell you what colour underwear you are wearing…” “oh, I’m not wearing any” she blurted out, Jess and I both burst into laughter. “Oh, I’ve really gotta stop doing that” she added quietly. “Okay, let’s try again…” I turned to Jess this time, “I bet I can guess what colour underwear you’re wearing.” I said. She shrugged. “exactly!...” I pointed at her shrugging shoulders, “So what? "Uuuhhh!" “You going to finish me?” So I thought about it for a few weeks, and I decided this was best." My hand slipped. She knew pornstar it. Rule #1’ kept going around in my head as she kissed me, passionately I might add. She was hurting bad but she wasn't going to give up. I'll fetish see you soon!” The intellectual torture will be having to choose - suffer in one position or the other. Mom gave a femdom disgusting look to it. “Come on honey, kneel between my legs and start stroking blowjob your nice, hard cock.” “Look” he said to Elena, smiling coldly, “the device will only retract after it cfnm has been opened completely”. Or hiring Jennifer, John’s Mom as the director of Real Estate and paying her a top wage.