My left hand stayed under the table and ran my hand up her leg till the edge of her short dress She was wearing stockings and a garter belt. stroked h...r leg slowly while continuing to converse with them both. I uncrossed her legs and slowly spread them apart I could feel her shiver with excitement as I stroked her leg . I don't think Nick even noticed. He excused himself to go to the washroom. my arm came up and around her shoulder as he was scooting out of the booth. He walked away and I. His antagonism irritated her. "How long have you known about the cocktail party?" she said, ignoring his question."That's not relevant. Flowers, a dinner date..." You've known about the cocktail party at least one week, probably two, so time is relevant," she said, interrupting him. "If you'd informed me earlier about the cocktail party, I would not have accepted Clint's invitation for dinner. You've been taking me for granted, Paul, and I don't appreciate it." Fine!" he said, not a shout but. ”It was almost as if he was talking to himself, not looking at her. She realized that he was sort of talking to Talia inside of the submissive Niki that was part of the dare, and though she did not require any explanations, not really, she found it interesting and a bit comforting to hear that he was as interested in some of this, and was not just humoring her, giving her what he thought she wanted.“Get over here, I’ve always wanted ‘Road head’” he said, moving his nearside arm out of the way. “This is a source of constant shame for me. I am not proud of these desires, these interests. They sicken me, and I wish…they’d go away. But please, don’t be afraid of me.” My voice caught in my throat, and damning tears of both impotent rage and frustration, sprung to my eyes. I heard only the soft rustle of her dress scape against the chair, and found myself enveloped in her arms. Horrified at this act of clemency and compassion, I sobbed into her breast. She cradled me in her arms, gently.