My heart beat faster thinking he may have as my eyes dropped to my lap.Glancing at the man's wife, I found her reading her book. Why wasn't it her sit...ing across from me? I thought. Then I remembered it had been the man who pointed to the vacant chairs. Did he purposefully sit across from me? Oh no, the window behind him surely provides enough light to see under my skirt. My mind was racing.My eyes darted back to the man. It took a moment, but I realized he was looking at me. Our eyes met; his. I feel hot tears of frustration spring into my eyes. Patience. I know you are a cock hungry little whore, pet, but my slave needs more patience. We sit in silence for what feels like an eternity. I hear him breathing, and know he is horny, and wants me. I struggle for self control, trying desperately to ignore the buzzing in my wet cunt. He reaches down and removes my plug, setting it aside. I feel slightly more able to control myself. Im going to remove your gag slut. I dont want to hear you. The sound of our kisses … slurping … smacking … music! Feeling her shiver as I kissed her told me that my lovemaking with her was successful. Her sweet smile with a mellow, satisfied moan confirmed that, as we laid back looking into each other’s faces! She smiled as she searched my eyes with hers, looking for God knows what! It was a relaxed, nodding smile that told me that I had pleased her excessively. I had passed the ultimate test with her, as I had with all of the other little tests along. To tell Reggie the whole truth, I had to tell him I used to have a penis. I'd tell him some day. I just didn't have the nerve yet. I was a lioness on the tennis court, but when it came to my past, I was a timid kitten.###There isn't much to say about rest of our lunch. We dined, chatted about all kinds of other things, and thanked Mother Weinstein for picking up the tab. The fettuccini Alfredo would go right to my hips, but I could work it off on the court. Reggie drove me back to George's.