EXTRACT FOR
An Evening Of Chastity Humiliation And Facesitting
(Scarlett Steele)

 The session really was everything that he expected and more. Kimberley asked for ten minutes and even changed her outfit, purely for his benefit. She proceeded to give him the most tantalizing show ever, giving up just enough hints at her hidden fleshy bits, just enough promise to keep him hooked for the full hour. His cock was hard immediately, and throughout, but by the end of the session, his cock was really aching. David felt no need to touch it though, not yet. He really just wanted to talk with her, just to have some sort of connection. 



He had said nothing for the hour!



'Private message?' David typed, in the private messages window. 



'Sure,' came the swift response.  



David wasn't sure if this was just a courtesy for the three grand he just dropped on her, but this didn't matter. She responded and so she engaged. He just needed to make sure that he was just as engaging. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say to her, but he knew that the words would come to him easily once he got into the groove, and also once he got a few more glasses of the martini inside him. 



'You're really good,' he typed, and waited for the response. It didn't come as quickly as the first response, which was to be expected. She did have almost 5000 people on her site right now. 



'Thank you,' she said, and he felt that this was an abrupt answer. Then he realized that it was actually a very appropriate response and that there was really nothing else that she needed to say. So he quickly thought of asking her more leading questions, questions that would require meatier answers. He knew that this was probably intrusive but he couldn't help himself. 



'I'm David,' he said, before adding 'I own El Bistro,' regretting it immediately, but it was too late to take it back.    



'Wow, I can't even get a reservation there, for the times that I am able to come... it really sucks...' she typed, and again he wasn't sure if she was just humoring him. But he went with it, thinking that she would probably say no, but still, he needed to ask. Hell, he thought that if he didn't take the opportunity, he would never forgive himself.



'Well, I am the owner... I'm sure I can do something about moving some people around and getting you a reservation,' David said, and he waited, his eyes glued to the space where her response would appear. There was nothing for two minutes. Then another minute passed, still nothing. There was nothing for ten minutes so that David navigated back to her home screen just to see what she was doing. He could see her on the screen, and he could see that she was typing. She just wasn't typing to him.