All I could manage to voice was “Oh! Umm … Aaah … That’s so … Umph.” Between the smacks, caresses, slaps, squeezes, spanks, and the trust... clit pressure from my vibrator, I came over and over again: some orgasms wet, others felt deeply in my cunt, others sparking shallowly through my clit.Then he pinched my ass. A rapid, unpleasant pain shot straight up my spine and out of my mouth. I croaked out a confused and angry “OWWWWW!”He stopped immediately. I turned and saw his apologetic and. We wouldn't actually be alone at all; Asme­dogh would be right there with us. And how the hell could I—and he—manage that?Well, part of my mind started rationalizing, he could just do his cat impression for the week. Couldn't he? I mean, it had worked on me for what, three days, four? Sure, we wouldn't have much opportunity to talk (if that was what you could call it), he and I, but that would keep. In addition, he'd been here—been sent here, I guessed—to observe human life and behavior, it. I walked to her and gave her a quick, friendly hug. Then I pulled back and used my thumb to gently brush some crumbs off the corner of her mouth. She smiled, but her expression was sort of sheepish, like she'd just been caught at something."Sorry, I must look a mess," Megan said. I took that, along with her tentative expression, as a cue.I made a show of looking her up and down. "Let's go to Saks, I need a couple things." I turned and started in the direction of the expensive store, knowing. He sighed, there was no winning. With moreand more people around them beginning to watch him all too closely, heput the thing to his mouth and began drinking. It would do no good todelay it, she would only find some way to further humiliate him withit, no matter what.All through dinner, Chad tried very hard to ignore the ever increasingnumber of people who were watching him. He could understand the smalllaughter and comments he sometimes overheard, but it was all thestaring and finger.