He nibbled on her lobe before whispering directly into ear with a husky tone, ‘Tell me about your ideal date.’ Emma closed her eyes and tried to ...oncentrate. But Sylar had asked the wrong question. Her voice faltered as Adam came to mind again. He had always been her ideal date — anything time spent with Adam was the ideal date. She swallowed with a whimper that Sylar mistook for innocent passion. ‘Emma, have you ever been on a date before?’ Unable to trust herself, Emma shook her head. Her husband caressed her back as he watched her work on my dick. She was bobbing her head up and down in perfect time, occasionally cupping my balls with her left hand. I laid back and closed my eyes because Isensed what was next. She took her mouth off my cock and proceeded to stroke me gently. I could feel a second breath on my moist dick, and cracked my eyes open to see the woman offering my cock to her husband. I must have held my breath as he leaned forward and took the head of my cock. Feeling his thick hard hand, back on my leg had got me giddy with excitement. I was glad I wore some form of panties, or else they restaurant would be dealing with a second surprise on the chair from me. Throughout the meal we had been able to polish off 2 bottles of champagne, I had moved onto wine and he had moved onto beer. His hand hadn’t pushed further than my knee all meal, but I sensed he was thinking of the relationship with the girl he had started getting close to. It must have been a. Now, the unaccustomed feelings coming from her crotch, combined with her flustered and fearful confusion towards Joe's confrontation and rudeness, left her in a floundering mental daze.She half leaned, half sat back against the table, her legs slightly spread and her body bent back. Joe's hand continued to work away at her groin, which was responding with a tremendous wave of hot, tingling pleasure."Like that. Don't you baby?" he hissed, his lips pulled back into a snide, ugly smile.He thrust.