We chatted about what had occurred over the last several hours. We finished brunch and headed out.Marcus walked me to my car, once again he proceeded ...o french kiss me deeply. While we were kissing he started rubbing my nipples through my blouse.I pulled away only because we both knew where it would lead.When I got into my car. Marcus leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. He said, "I can't wait till next time."I said, "What makes you think there will be a next time?"We both looked at each other. They continued following the trail of spilled wine and ran their tongues and lips down my stomach and then onto my upper thighs, where the two slits in the dress exposed them.As the bar was crowded, this activity was quickly noticed by several nearby guests. A few asked if they could help make sure that none of the wine was wasted. I assured them that I would appreciate any effort they made to accomplish that. As a result, several more tongues and lips were running all over my body, a few in. Past few months have been the best of my life - Particularly with my new role as an Orgasm Donor, which I discovered 3 days after my wedding night with Sylvia. She was a virgin until then - but a real slut when it comes to getting her share of extreme orgasms. Its true what some people say - there is more pleasure in giving than in receiving. She was feeling week at her knees walking all day, making out in quiet spots and my refusal to give her a single orgasm today with a well-controlled game. Like blazes.”“Why did you do it?” Janie looked flushed, her curiosity winning out over her embarrassment.Belita ran her finger across her right ear, causing each of the many rings to bounce a bit. “I ran out of room.”Janie unconsciously clutched her hands to her breasts. “Room? Why didn’t you just ... stop?”Will was still chuckling. “It’s a sailor tradition. When they make the journey around Devil’s Horn, they pierce the ear closest to the horn on the way by. You see a sailor with a ring in.