From an oldwino

Women give all sorts of tells. Downcast eyes are the most common. Slips of the tongue are next. I'm retired know. Sometimes at my job I had to hire thirty to sixty temps for projects. During an hour interview I could tell the sub women, after twenty minutes. Unfortunitly I had to hire the best for the job. My neck was on the line and I didn't play in the office. Sometimes a few of the subs would be the most qualified. I found that with praise for their work(always true) and after a few comments about their dress they would dress like young sluts. They would flirt with me. I could see in their eyes what they needed. I always kept it professiomal. We worked most days from 8am till midnight. You get to know peole during several months of hours like that. at the end of the project the firm thru a big party at a great place on the Hudson. It was the last day for the temps. i always gave the best my card for references. i kept iles on the best workers for future projects. I also kept files on the natural subs. They could be twentish playboy material or fiftish matrons. They all had that look in their eyes and reacted to me that certain way. I would call them to see how they were doing. They would call me back to chat. I would invite one to a wine tasting and dinner in nyc. The tasting would be twenty to forty wines. They never spit. I would let them pick out a white, red and Cava for the BYOB Bistro for dinner in the West Village. TG for those blue ice packs. I would take them to that BDSM supermarket in the east village. First would be the free peep shows. The I would pick out three clamps on a Y-chain for them. I would bring them out in the store just wearing the nipple and clit clamps with a little help from my crop. I would let them pick out a custom to wear. The shop was good at clearing the gawkers out. I alway let them take photos of my women for displays. My late wife loved the store. I wold take them to my wife's favoritep ainles waxing place. I love a bare woman. The shots they served helped. They did henna tatoos. Most of the women choose WHORE or CUMSLAVE on their mounds. The tatoo showed thru their clothes. My wife would get nastier on her mound. tits and ass to suprise me. We would taxi oeto the risto. After diner we would have the cava i a local park and orally please each other in front of teens making out. We would walk to Blecker for coffee and pastry. I would take them home for a little crop training. I usually lost them to a full time job I recommended wit a friend from the East Vilage BDSM club.
I could always pick them out by their eyes and body language. I might have picked a forty or fifty yo over a twenty yo by their tells. Now tossed out after a merger i play with nannies from the park.
Belive me you bust give of al the tells my wife did and al the women since. Have a friend video you when you are ih flirting with meb You will see you are screaming make me your cockslave.

Thank you all for your replies.Happy to see real thougtful replies and not snide remarks. Thank you all for real comments. Sorry i didn't answer sooner but my HD fried and I've been ill. I should have mentioned that I'm no Paul Newman look alike. I' m now 63, five-nine a fat 160. More hair on my chin than head. Yet those certain women twenty to fifty slim and penthouse material to lets say cute and plumb all with that pose and down cast eyes always bringing the widowed boss homemade goodies were ways willing to work late and drink a bottle of wine with a late dinner. They soon learned to dress a a little slutty at work. I never went past a little touching during the project. Project end always had a big party at a place on the Hudson. I would wind up in a motel room with one or two of the women and some champers. I would get the best workers full time jobs with us. Never the women that came on to me. The rest i would call around to friends in our industry and try to place them. I always placed those certain women. I would date them. At least one would dress for me and grave my crop. She or they would be my hostess at my football parties and at BDSM parties in the East Viillage. I usaly lost them to men that married them. There were always jobs that needed sixty or more temps. There was always a few perfect "subs"(hate that word).There were two now fortish women that needed the parties and the week long conventions(?). They had both had moved up in the jobs i got them but needed the pure slave times. I ate to talk about them like that but don't have the poetic words to use.
I didn't survive the last merger and was home with a decent package. Couldn't take another job in my field without loosing the package.
Did some tudoring of hgh school kiks for te salvation army and spent alot of time jogging and birding ina very large wooded local park. started to spent tme with the nannies(most from central europe or indians from the carib). Started to bring chilled Mosel with me. the nannies enjoyed he wine but they always took turns staying with the kiddies under the sprinklers. One day iI brought some tuscan and had piazzas delivered. I was son dating a Serb andaguyan Indian. They both had that certain thing that I knew. this isn't for me to brag about. Since high school I have always found a certain type of woman. very"submissive. including my late wife, the love of my life. I have never been what you could call a stud but have always found that certain type of woman. nowat 63 and widowed I wonder why or how I still find them. I even have to be careful in my tutoring. some way too young girls flirt with me.. Why me?