He's got me and he knows he has. How does he know what makes me blush the most?
If I'm going to tell him everything then it seems pointless to cover myself up. I could show him instead of tell him with regards to his question, but just the thought leaves me red. I stand slowly and pull the lace down my legs, kicking them off my feet and over my shoes. I pick up my lingerie and stuff it into my bag. Compromise I think, when I see his eyebrows are raised.
I lift my legs up and tuck them underneath me, giving him a perfect eyeful but making me feel less imposed.
"I push my fingers either side of my clit and pinch gently Sir, and start by making small circles. Sometime I use a vibrating bullet instead of my fingers. I roll it around and all over my Clit. When I'm fingering myself I think of anything that turns me on. Being tied up, being forced, being dominated, hacing my pussy fucked so hard I scream, and having my arse fucked even harder so I scream louder. Just as I'm about to cum I normally imagine myself tied up, with some stranger licking my Clit and other places. I think about someone fucking me in the ass and that usually sends me over the edge"
"Interesting," he said calmly. "Have you ever experienced these things in real life? Tied up and your clit licked by a stranger? Roughly fucked in the ass?"
He leaned forward, looking into your eyes. "Have you ever actually had a cock in your ass, Mia? I bet the answer is 'no.'"