The Oprah of Fetishes

John looked at the woman and notice how well put together she was as far as she hair, make-up, and clothes were and how daintily she sipped her drink.

He smiled. "You get a fetish, and you get a fetish, and you get a fetish!" he thought to himself.

He walked over to her. "You would like me to join you," he said.

"Certainly, please have a seat," she said.

"I'm John."

"Janet," she said.

"Are you married?"

"No, single," said Janet.

"Janet, if I may be so bold, you are a very, very attractive woman and it's obvious you spend a lot of time on your looks, and it pays off. Please allow me to do a bit of psychoanalysis."

Thank you for the compliment and I would love to hear your analysis."

"You have a fetish for bukkake," John said.

"I'm not sure what that is."

"It means you love to be coated in semen. You love to fix your hair and make-up perfectly only to have it destroyed by guys fucking your hairdos and cumming all over your face."

Janet blushed and looked shocked John could figure out that about it. "How did you know?"

"I could tell that under that prim, proper, and perfect exterior, you are a very sensual and sexual person. You love the way you look when cum has made your make-up run, and your hair is a made a mess up with the cum of several young men. You're getting aroused just thinking about it."

Janet took her lower lip into her teeth and nodded.