They had connections in places I had forgotten about. From those connections they took whatever readings they could. I suffered it all by just ignorin... them.The chick in the wester shirt came back in after several hours. "You might as well shut yourself down for the night. Us humans have lives, we need to get home. We will all be back tomorrow." With that she was gone. After she left I set my timer then shut myself down.I have to explain something here. Even when I'm shut down, I'm not. Of course Chicagoans are no wimps where it comes to a little snow. Jessica hardly left my side the entire evening. She introduced me as "my dear friend Matt." I had no idea who most of these people were. They certainly represented the moneyed class considering the fur coats that came through the door and the jewelry on most of the women and their couture dresses, or the skimpy cloth that passed for a dress on a number of trophy wives."Stop drooling, my Love ... they're not real..."Jessica,. We make eye contact and she sees me stroking myself through my boxers.Licking her lips as she watches a large wet spot appear on my boxers.She smiles seductively while moving her hand from the breast it held to her pussy.Continuing to tease the clit, a finger moves slowly down and back up her wet slit.With each pass, the finger penetrates a little deeper until it disappears deep into her wetness.Her other hand is now rubbing the clit.Soon, she is rolling it between thumb and forefinger.The. I could feel the moisture between my legs and my nipples got even more erect. My husband tried to remain calm but stuttered that all was needed was the check. The restaurant had nearly been cleared out; just only a few tables were still occupied and I decided to get braver. As we left I just put the jacket over my arm and waited until our host offered to help me, putting my jacket on, touching my naked back with his fingertips…Then I saw Victor was excited by my behavior and my willingness to.