That was smaller and more easily concealed when I wore casual clothing, but I preferred the larger 22 with its larger magazine. It didn’t really mat...er in New York, because I had to limit my magazine size in either case to seven rounds.The morning’s commentators were the usual mix of political pundits and reporters. We knew that Joe Scarborough and Mika Brzezinski would be there, and Al Sharpton was a lock to blow his own horn on the book. In the green room I learned that the other talking. Her pussy was already soaking and when I stroked her pussy lips and eased open her vagina to stroke her protruding clitoris, she moaned in pleasure… She was so horny that She ripped off her skirt and G-string right there and beckoned me to lick her slit. I licked and sucked her pussy, drinking her juices and eating her insides until she climaxed, and when she did, she sprayed love juices all over my face… I told her ‘Now its your turn’ and she, with a quick nod god down on her knees while I sat. Her face sosoft and luminous in the darkness. I stood and watched and squeezed my cock in my fist,pulling and milking, building my arousal, drinking herin as my cock-tip drooled down its shaft makingsquishing sounds as my hand traveled up and down, up anddown.The sense of transgression and trespass I felt when Istepped across the threshold and into her world wasprofound and unbearably erotic. I haven’t been alonewith her like this since I was a boy and she was ateenager. Breathing her air. My hair was swept up as no doubt I would be getting hot during the evening. The exhibitionist in me also enjoyed how this left nowhere to hide, every trace of lust and arousal on my face would be visible to John and everyone else around me.John loved me in Stilettos. I had selected his favourite pair and felt strong and sensual as we strode into the restaurant. He was wearing a pristine suite with crisp white shirt, open at the collar with no tie. With a fine dusting of stubble covering his.