It was not unusual for women to find Kyle attractive.When Lisa finally finished, Kyle expected her to hand him the room key. Instead, she made her way...back around and soon was standing next to him.“Grab your bag and I’ll show you to your room.” She looked over at Stacy, “I’ll be back in a bit.”As they walked, Lisa looked over at Kyle, who was paying great attention to the doors and the room numbers, “Does Josh know you’re back in town?”Kyle avoided making eye contact, “No.”They continued. The room, Wesley estimated, was about thirty feet square, elaborately painted on every surface, including the breathtaking dome above them. Enough candles were lit in the room to see by, but as Brother El had said, there were no pews to sit on. The twenty or so men in the room simply stood silently and waited. Wesley also saw one woman, dressed in black with her head covered in a heavy shawl.A priest entered the room, assisted by an acolyte who waved a censer. Once the priest had said a. " Yeah, I bet," I muttered sarcastically. After all, I knew exactly whathad kept the other man 'busy', and it wasn't the crowd. If anything,the bar looked a little light on patrons for a Friday night. Maybe, Ishould have picked a different one. Yeah, that was probably what theproblem was, just a bad bar."Anyway, there ya go," the bartender declared as he quickly filled bothmy empty glass and the fresh one he'd brought with him. The latter ofwhich he slid over to my friend. "Just give me a. I wore makeup and as my husband said I looked like a real fuck slut. There were only a handful of guys there when we arrived 3 of whom I recognized from more than one of my husband’s Thursday night poker parties. One of them the guest of honor Sean and a tall very attractive black guy approached us shaking Dave’s hand (Dave is my husband) and giving me a hug as we engaged in small talk I could feel every eye in the room upon my body this made my nipples harder and I did not think this was.