) and kept moving. When they got to the very opposite end of the bar, he squeezed her shoulder and they stopped. He leaned down and spoke into her ear...above the noisy crowd. "What would you like to drink?" She smiled, figuring out his real purpose was to give her an opportunity to use her safe word. "Tequila, please, Sir." (Rule #2 – As always, he is Sir with a capital S.) His eyebrows raised and he smiled. She knew that would throw him a bit. But she wanted a little help with her courage. And. Not staying for the entertainment wasn’t held against the Elites who left early... as long as they kept silent and spoke to no one– especially the press– about the true nature of Apex’s yearly “World Conference, Dinner Party, and Dance.”The entertainment arrived precisely at ten fifty-five in three long black limousines and a luxury SUV. The limos had been rented for the evening, but the SUV was the personal vehicle of Miss Donna Reynolds. Like the vehicles of many high-ranking Elites, it was. Bonnie even posed for Jack occasionally, including some in a tight sweater that sizzled, but never nude, probably because Jack could never get up the guts to ask her. She did offer, on her own however, to let him come to our house any time he wanted to use the darkroom, knowing her pictures where stored there. This was at a time when Jack briefly had a place locally. I think, as she later maintained, that she simply forgot they were there, but you never know with Bonnie. When I found out she'd. She pulled down her panties and sat up on the sink and pulled up her skirt and spread her legs to reveal her nicely shaven pussy. "hurry up," she said, I want to get home before my husband does.I walked up to her, unzipped and let my pants and jeans fall to my ankles. She grabbed my cock and guided it to her pussy and hand her other hand around my hack and pulled me towards her, taking all my cock inside her. Her pussy was very wet and my cock went in with ease. It almost felt like I may be.