I wished I could have fucked him, but there wasn't time. I had my little .380 in a thigh holster, invisible beneath my skirt and tucked between my leg.... It was a small gun, but reliable with a good punch. Jimmy wasn't carrying; he left his .38 in the glove compartment.We were in a private dining room, one of several at Mazzoli's. It was nice, an Italian Gentleman's Club in Midtown Manhattan. As far as I knew I was the only female member, a fact that was not publicized and was a dubious honor at. His palms pushed down, trying to flatten the tempting cushions against her chest. He was firm, not rough or brutal. The girl beneath him responded with an appreciative sigh.The task was impossible, but he tried anyway, lost in the sensual luxury of her nymph-like tits. His fingers scissored around the taut, budding nipples. He tweaked, not pinched, those rubbery tips, enjoying the firm insistence of their arousal.Then he rolled the twin cushions of flesh. He kneaded into them like balls of. I made her laugh a bunch of times with observations and, after telling me I made her laugh, asked:"How are you single? Good looking guy, funny ... women should be all over you!" I do OK, I guess," was my reply."Guessing you do better than OK! ;-)," she sent back.After she went away for a week, she messaged me when she got back and asked for my number. We chatted and laughed and even flirted a bit for hours upon hours over the next few weeks. I played it cool and learned a lot about her: her. Her big tits are right in her face and she has her head down and hair a mess. She lifted her head and pushed her hair back and looked at me. There I am 6’ tall skinny as a rail, 160lbs, no body hair and a 6” hard on. She rides him hard moaning and moaning begging for cum. Their bodies slapping together and I can here the juices flowing from her. “I’m gonna blow” Jack says Mandy pulls up quick and jumps to the floor. I reposition so I can see her but he would have to look back still to see me..