A couple of times some drunk guys felt the urge to go beyond just enjoying the show, they ended up with black eyes and/or broken jaws.“Waiter! Bill!...�� the matron across the balcony barked, throwing us another dirty look. I pushed my hand further up my wife’s thigh in defiance.The waiter fetched their bill after bringing Urvashi’s drink and my coffee. The couple left soon, with the old man casting a long wistful look at my wife’s legs one last time.I checked the watch. It was almost midnight.. . that? You took video?” Her voice was shaking. “Oh my god, Jake, what do you want?”“I don’t want much. I enjoyed seeing you jilling off. You look really fine. I’d like to see you a bit closer up, though.”“Forget it, mister! You wouldn’t dare show that crap to anyone! You’d be arrested for peeping, you know.”“Oh, I don’t think so. You don’t have any evidence that I was even here. It’s a ‘he said-she said’ case. Anyway, I checked and peeping is a misdemeanor. Even if I was convicted, I might get. What could she mean by what to do with me? She just sat on the couch thumbing back and forth through the magazines. She held up her empty wineglass and cleared her throat. I could tell she wanted me to get her some more wine so I got up and took her glass into the kitchen. I had to open a new bottle so I asked her what kind she wanted. She said Merlot sounded good. So Merlot it was. As I walked I could feel the breast forms pull as they bounced with my walk. I handed her the glass and sat back. "Well, in Kristie's case, she work the streets. She's bi. So when shegets a girl or a guy to taste even a little bit of her milk, she is ableto 'convince them' to come here." Where they will do anything to get more?" Brenda asked."Where they tend to be very open to our wide range of services," Brisaid with an almost-evil smile. You see, Christine/Kristie doescontinue to be a major benefactor," Bri replied with a snicker.Bri leaned even more toward Brenda with the glass. "So tell me'mistress.