She was moist under her evening dress. She'd suddenly gotten the impulse to suck her husband's cock right there, in the restaurant, a la "Shampoo." Fo... some reason she could not fathom, the urge - the craving - was just there and undeniable. She'd squirmed and fidgeted during the main course, the sorbet, the deserts and coffees. She'd fairly trembled with the urge walking to and then past his old apartment, and she'd been unable to sit still during the short ferry ride across the Hudson. The. "Again I blushed deep scarlet with such praise. "Thank you . . . MamaSylvia. I pray that Goddess will enable me to live up to yourexpectations," I murmured softly. "I'd love to kiss you but I know wemustn't spoil our makeup."They both laughed. "Right you are, Mistress Rylann," the Baronessresponded. "We can kiss later at the end of this wonderful celebration.You're learning already that wives like you and my own dear Dame mustmake compromises, sometimes inconvenient ones." Another pause,. Between her legs, Becky sported an artfully trimmed nest of flaming red curls.Both the bio and the long, detailed fantasy Becky had added to the page identified her as bisexual, but Christine knew that might just be a marketing tool for earning her private minutes. The detail in the fantasy was certainly convincing, however.Christine added more credits to her account, unable to resist the lure of hot videos advertised next to a picture of her niece sucking a realistic dildo. Her eyes. " Now please let me out of this seat, Leanne, before I really begin to lose my temper and turn violent."Leanne stood up in some kind of a daze. Once I'd extracted myself, Leanne collapsed back into her seat and I turned back to look at her."Good bye, Leanne. I hope our paths don't cross too often in the future," I said and then made my way towards the exit.As I did so, one of the two guys the other side of the bar also stood so that the striking looking woman who'd been sitting, hidden in the.