A new client was slightly lost so I went out to collect him. Standing there wearing a tailored skirt suit hands in front clasping my phone he saw me and joked “Don’t stand there like that. I feel like I’m about to be told off.” In spite of his large msuclar frame he was very gentle in bed. It was a nice experience. We chatted after as I lay against him. Feelign his heat and gently teasing him we talked about s** and he shared how things were with his wife in the bedroom. I wore the same skirt suit when I visited the shop for cigarettes. A n**** on the other side of the road walking by oggled me. In 1950s America this would have gotten him a whipping for lusting after a white woman.