Then she dared me to do it right there. I complied reluctantly at first. As I started to get into it the waitress came over and asked us if we wanted ...nything else. Then my beautiful wife dropped her napkin.The waitress said, "Oh let me get that."She bent down on one knee and got a real good view of my pre-cum covered cock in my hand. I didn't move. I was frozen as she knelt there. Our eyes met and I could just sense how sexed up she was.Marla said thank you to her. The waitress put the check. She knew it was in the hole and she now saw a hard on just under the towel. She started to massage my chest and legs and arms. Then she pulled the towel completely off. She saw my junk and didn't say anything. Instead she started to give me a head massage. Touching my ears, forehead, hair, and neck. I looked at her and she was looking straight and looked down occasionally to see her hands. She definetly saw my junk and It turned me on a lot. She then moved to my side and grabbed on my junk. His style did notlend itself to all comers but was great when fitted to a designer orcampaign that needed a gritty journalistic look. Andy had worked withhim twice. Once as a junior up and comer and several years later as headof creative. They had become friends. Here he was again, the three bagson the floor confirmed her guess that he had come straight from theairport. Typical.With an amused glint in her eye she gently disentangled herself, "Excuseme Mr McNeil, I'll see if that pipsqueak, ah,. ’ Brenda is almost in tears. Her escape ruined, she awaits her fate at the hands of the crazed Ginsu Knife salesman. Driven by fear and desire, she closes her eyes to her fate praying for deliverance, or an imaginary savior to rescue her. Eyes closed tightly, a captive in her own living room, Brenda listens to the hypnotic cadence of the man’s voice. His words blend together into rivers of sound as he lapses into a foreign dialect. His animation escalates into a gentle but disturbing agitation..