I guess I was awed because as I ducked to enter the car he whispered, "Your mouth is still open, Sir. I'd suggest you close it. If you're nice to Ange...a I might let you drive it some time." Deal," was all I said.There was a very nice restaurant near the theater we had reservations for dinner in. As we pulled up in front, I couldn't help but notice the long line of well dressed people waiting to gain entrance."Angela, honey the place looks full. Should we try somewhere else?"She just smiled at. He motioned for me to lie down again. He took his time looking me over, making me feel self conscious. I faintly heard him mutter, ‘so fucking beautiful…’ I blushed profusely at his comment. Only he could make me blush so many times. He brought his lips to my neck, kissing and licking making me moan. Slowly down to my chest, over the rise of my breast. His vision flicked momentarily up to my eyes before taking a nipple into his mouth, gently suckling on it. I gasped rather loudly at the first. ”He raises his domed head and sniffing at her boobs, licking at the nipple, then drops his snout between her thighs and sniffing at her pussy. Her hands follow his head down. She smiles a little for the cameras, trying to look sultry, but just coming off like a huge slut.She lowers one hand to stroke and hold his side – moving quickly under his belly, toward his sheath, giving away her desire to get right to the action. She leans forward a little, still keeping her head up, looking right at the. Three-quarters of an hour after, Barrois returned, bringing the notary with him. "Sir," said Villefort, after the first salutations were over, "you were sent for by M. Noirtier, whom you see here. All his limbs have become completely paralysed, he has lost his voice also, and we ourselves find much trouble in endeavoring to catch some fragments of his meaning." Noirtier cast an appealing look on Valentine, which look was at once so earnest and imperative, that she answered immediately. "Sir,".