‘My pleasure,’ he answered in French accented English. I let my sunglasses slide down the bridge of my nose and gave him my best lick-your-lips-co...e-and-get-me stare. ‘It could be.’ His dark eyes roamed over my breasts, across my stomach and down my legs. The smiled that curved his lips was not that of a man about to say no. I was about to ask if he’d like to accompany me back to my hotel when I felt a shift in the atmosphere. A chill rushed towards me and I watched in disbelief as my wet dream. My breasts spilled out and were free. Following his lead, my hand traced down the front of his shirt, unbuttoning each button, one by one. I ran my hands over his abs and up to his chest as he was caressing my breasts, teasing my nipples with a curious level of expertise. ‘How big are you now?’ he asked. ‘Mmm the last time I saw you I was a D-36.’ ‘That’s not the case anymore is it?’ He chuckled, cupping them –they barely fit into his hand. I couldn’t respond because he began kissing my neck,. . but it was too late now; she wasn't hungry. One more drink and a bath... Yes, perhaps a bath would do it... had to, before she turned herself into something obscenely wanton... !The huge German shepherd instinctively discerned his pretty blonde mistress' anxiety. He, too, was unsettled. Should he be pleased or thwarted? He followed her into the bedroom, sitting on his haunches with ears and eyes alert as she began to strip away her clothing. She had stopped looking or speaking the soft,. She asked if I didn't mind them wanting to fuck her. I told her I wanted to fuck her the first time I saw her and I expected that any normal guy would want to fuck her, especially in her sexy, revealing outfit. I asked her if they'd all seen her panties getting out of the booth. She said she she'd made sure they had. I asked her if she knew when she bent over, leaning over the table, that her tits and ass were exposed. She said that was the general idea! I told her it was our next to the last.