Silvia trembled with mounting desire. There were only a few people remaining when he leaned forward and whispered, "84."Silvia looked up at the floor ...umber. 81. She needed to go to 85 for the restaurant. She had a reservation. What was on 84? Why should she trust this stranger? Her head was spinning. She shouldn't go ... she wouldn't go. She'd go to dinner as planned. 82. Just another memory, an intense memory, but something she'd always look back on fondly ... and wonder. 83. She took a deep. At this point the matronly middle-aged woman sitting on the other side of Carly decided to strike up a conversation with her."That looks good dear," she said gesturing to Carly's salmon roe."It's fish eggs," she said to her new companion, and downed the first piece in a single bite.Then she picked up the second piece in her chopsticks, waved it around and smiled."I'm eating bait!" Carly crowed in a voice that carried through the whole restaurant. The place went dead quiet, the sushi chef. Mark continued to stroke my cock, but much slower than before.Sandy kissed my neck and my ear and asked me if I was ok in a whisper. I knew she meant having Mark stroking my cock. I simply nodded. That’s when the firm grip on my cock was joined by a hot wet mouth. Mark was sucking my cock while Sandy alternated between kissing me and watching him. I let all my inhibitions and hang-ups go with a heavy sigh.After briefly joining Mark sucking my cock, Sandy climbed on top of me cowgirl style. Mark. ’ Do you think you could at least try to smile tonight?” Anger, sarcasm and pity laced each word. “Why? You still get your percent. They’re coming to hear me play, so I’ll play. Don’t expect a whole lot more,” His voice was as cold and lifeless as his eyes. The manager sighed, “I tried, but seriously, Allan, I’ve arranged a publicity thing for tonight—“ “Great time to tell me,” Allan jerked his wheelchair away from the mirror and glared up at his manager. “There’s this little girl, her mother.