’ I slowly reach out for the buttplug and slowly take it in my mouth. The waitress looks at me as if she’s seen Casper but a wide kinky smile star...s to form on her lips. I look at Angie and she’s looking at the waitress with a devilish smile. I don’t know what’s happening to me but seeing her look is melting my heart. I want to kiss her so bad right then. She reaches into her purse and pays the bill. I can tell she’s tipsy. She stretches her hand for the buttplug back and could tell the. She was even a little wet and could actually feel her nipples harden. She was really excited, and damn, it felt good. Most importantly to her she didn't feel at all guilty, in fact, she actually found herself racing home to tell Michael, at least a little of what happened tonight. She reminded herself that this wouldn't have happened unless she really had felt Michael wanted her to do things like this and she finally now felt that he truly did. She knew she may not ever be able to go as far as. "You're coming too, right?" he asked. "Even if your girlfriend goes without you."I thought for a minute."Yeah," I said. "I'd like that. What's your schedule that week?" They added a second show on Sunday," he said with resignation. "The first one sold out quickly and Sunday was an open day before a five-day break. It sold out pretty quickly too but I told them no other shows that week. You mind if I hang with you for a day or two afterward?" Sounds great," I said. "Listen, we're at the park so. I told her to wait for me upstairs first, since I was going to talk to Mark and Sarah who were still playing, I told them that if they heard anything, that it was just us fooling around and not to go up and see what is going on, then I turned on the stereo in the hallway and headed upstairs.Mark and Sarah weren't really a couple officially, they were like sexual rendezvous, mixed in a cloud of smoke and mirrors, they would always fool around but admitted solely to being really good friends,.