We had a lovely, laugh-filled early dinner at the finest restaurant we could locate in Hammond, Indiana. True to The Plan, we left there and found a b...r -- a "neighborhood bar," as it turned out.It was a new experience for both of us. This was no "cocktail lounge" that we'd happened across. This was an urban, Chicago-style neighborhood bar. Neither of us knew it, but bars like this one could be found on practically every other block in Chicago and its exurbs. We were the only people in the. Was that a scent of perfume?The dynamic of their relationship was changing and Susannah was the driving force behind it, but what she did she want from him? He was on her mind constantly, she always had been. He lusted after her from a distance but was careful never to show it, until one Friday afternoon in early June...As always he knocked at her office door but instead of sitting at her desk, she was preoccupied with something happening outside her window on the grass below. As always he. At least Shell and the kids aresafe, he tried to convince himself. It was the only consolation hecould afford to offer his heart, even if it was unlikely that this wastrue. He wouldn't let his heart acknowledge that it was entirelypossible that the others had already been apprehended and possiblydisposed of.Again, Gary shook off the useless indignation of this particularmiscarriage of justice. The last play belonged to him now. His hand ofcards was weak, but they still held potential. It. We are at a medium fancy place I think. Your little kitty wants to be petted so badly you beg me to finger you right there in the restaurant. The table cloth covers up what I’m doing to you, under the table, after all. You have to bite your tongue to keep from making noise when you cum. You can’t control yourself and you cum for me until my fingers get tired. I make you lick your juices off my fingers.“Your cunt is a swampy mess. When I’ve paid the check, we get up to leave. It is then that I.