She held it tenderly in her hands. She caressed the pulsating plunger. Finally she put the device into her mouth and rotated it wildly, passionately.M...sters McClain relaxed slightly in his box and commented to the actor beside him, "Well, that's better, I mean, that is real sex!"Montagne turned to him with a sneer and chided, "Yeah, how come you never taught the fucking thing to curse?" What?" I'm telling you, ya dumb scientific bastard," Montagne went on, "I could do a better job than that. Must be something heavy in your pants!’ she said, glancing up at me with glinting, yet non-committal, almond eyes. Her look seemed to bore through me, almost as if I were naked. I gazed down at her, nearly a foot-and-a-half below as I stood on the scale, and restrained an impulse to grab and ravage her, given what I considered to be a suggestive comment. Should I acknowledge it? I wondered. No, dummy, I told myself. She’s just showing you that she’s adept at the give-and-take. ‘Now, your. ..”Mark quite enjoyed the food served up by the big fast-food joints, but I always refused to eat food that didn’t taste much different from its packaging on principle. That principle being that it tasted like shit. So we compromised. I agreed to accompany Mark to watch Westmouth United play that afternoon if he’d agree to lunch at a halfway decent pub, where the burgers would be fat and juicy and the chips thick, crisp on the outside and fluffy on the inside. I’m pretty sure Mark got the. “No problem," I said, "have fun”. It was around 7-ish when my husband and his buddies came strolling in like they owned the place. They were loud and obnoxious, making a scene that caused everyone to stare at them. When they were finally seated, I made my way over and sat on the lap of one of the guys. “What can I get you?" How about a few pitchers of beer and a couple dozen wings for starters?" he asked. I made a point to rub my ass onto his bulge as I stood up. Putting one of my nylon-clad.