When I got down I went over to her table and introduced myself, and we hit it off from the start. She was a 32 year old attorney, single, living at ho...e, didn’t want to marry a Mexican, and her biological clock was ticking. She wanted a baby, and looked at me as the perfect surrogate father, and we talked about it, and I told her to draw up a contract that would leave me free from responsibility, and I would do it. What followed was the greatest time of my life, I was 37 years old, in my sexual. Cathleen’s legs were flailing on either side of him to the groaning sounds of copulation that were reverberating in the room. I cannot tell you how long I watched, but this scene alone would have made my entire weekend worthwhile.Finally, as their breathing became laboured, Erik lifted onto outstretched arms and really commenced spearing her cunt. I was so focused on him that I failed to see him observing me in the reflection in the glass of the watercolour painting above my bed.When I finally. I got the last small table available.A few minutes later Chris walked in. I noticed Amy's eyes settle on him as soon as he entered the large hall. She must have some kind of dick-seeking radar, I thought. Chris got his food and started looking around for a place to sit. I stood up and called him over to my table."I owe you a seat anyway," I said. He just smiled shyly back at me and started to sit across from me. "Sit over here, next to me," I said.He just stood there and didn't move."I know. It looked like some kind of torture device or sex prop. It had padding and straps, and looked adjustable. It was clearly meant to restrain someone. She never heard Henry close and lock the door as she continued looking it over. “What is this? Something for sex?” Henry walked up beside her. “It can be used for sex, but this is a spanking bench. I am making it for a client. It’s almost finished. Do you want to try it out? Go ahead, you know you want to. Climb on.” Lori giggled and thought: Why.