Henri, an old acquaintance, met us himself once we entered inside. He was as always, happyto greet me to his gourmet establishment. "Une table pour ci...q, non?" Oui; Mary T and Alan You already have met, and this is Susan and her daughter Lisa.Susan is..a.. a good friend of mine. I hope You will take good care of them, and the rest of us?"I stuttered and smilingly said."As always!" Henri smiled back, truly pleasant as usual.Henri led us to a table in the quietest corner, expertly aiding the. .."Lori, number 3, please."That's my queue.I slip out of my chair and onto my hands and knees. The carpet pushes into the palms of my hands and the curve of my knees. It doesn't hurt, but it almost does, I can feel it. I arch my back, first up and then down, stretching. I lift my arm, lick the back of my wrist, and rub it behind the furry, purple ear on top of my head.Turning toward you, I see the lust in your eyes. You were staring at my ass, watching my body move. Yes, that tail is exactly. Carmela noticed that in her crotch, above the flying skirt she wore that night, her brother-in-law Oscar was nailing him something hard and it didn't look like it was a packet of tobacco.-Are you excited, Oscar? - She asked him just stop kissing him, without having rejected the tail that Oscar had nailed him, and quite the contrary, while they kissed, Carmela had stuck more to her brother-in-law, to feel better the tip of the spear of his brother-in-law, knowing how he knew, that Oscar's cock. Now, with Lisa’s husband here, Tom turned on the full charm for my girl. She smiled and blushed and deftly handled his discreet passes; a brush across her big thigh, plucking at her sweater. The game had a disappointing finish, but the copious amounts of beer had eased the pain of loss. I, on the other hand, was stone cold sober. I wanted to be alert and ready to enjoy my plan as it unfolded. We all headed to the door of the bar, saying our good-byes. I don’t think it was until that.