Lane had been wanting to come in for some time. We’d already scheduled a couple of visits and she had to cancel both times. Usually that’s enough for me to forgo any further communication –but it didn’t happen this time.
She knew she had to service Luther. She knew this was coming. The Luther Meet & Greet for The New Girl. And she had no reservations.
In fact, when I told her I felt like I’d seen enough she stopped, looked me in the eye and told me she didn’t think she’d done a good enough job yet. Oh dear, I’ve never had some chick tell me that in the whole time we’ve been having chicks suck Luther.
So I let her continue. Continue to deep throat, hold, suck and service Luther.
But naturally, we needed to move on at some point. So she was stationed on The Box, in front of a large mirror, being electrocuted, where she could stare at herself in a severe hogtie and consider her inadequacy at sucking Luther. And this is where she stayed for quite some time. Because she had allot to think about. She would need to collect herself for what was to come –heavy weights hanging from delicate areas…