After showering and dressing Amy and I had breakfast together talkedabout the last week, she could see I was sad that Brett would be in Italynext year... but as I said to Amy, "at least I'll see him for a longweekend once a month", she looked at me and asked "is that all love,where's he staying when he's here?" "Never really thought about it, ahotel I suppose, one that's close to here."I told her about the Thanks Giving meal I was going to do this comingThursday. "Oh goody, real food, I'll look. She rubbed most ofthe excess vaseline from her fingers onto the dildo that poked obscenelyfrom her pussy. The rest she wiped on my panties."Okay slut, get into your role. You're my very own porn star with afetish for shoes."As she spoke she knelt between my legs, and made me raise my ass so thatshe could put a pillow under it. She lined the dildo up against myasshole and started applying pressure."Ohhhh, yesssss, fuck me, please fuck me," I mumbled."Speak up slut, I can't hear you." Please put. We were a glum group when we got back home. Nadia brought us all beers in the early afternoon, an unusual event, since we normally didn't start drinking until the cocktail hour around six or seven in the evening.I got a text from Margo around five o'clock, probably ten o'clock her time in the U.K. It read, 'Scotland Yard involved. Criminal charges expected. Shit hitting fan at Globe. More tomorrow.' I shared the message with the others.Claire called my new cell phone shortly after Margo's text.. When finished, Mark immediately sat back and moved his table to my leg, this time even closer to my crotch. I jumped when he first touched me, not expecting to feel his fingers on me. I did notice though that his touch was exciting. Mark ordered us after dinner drinks and I am sure that my jaw dropped when the wait staff came over and removed the tablecloth before serving us our drinks. I now no longer had the illusion of being covered from the eyes of those around us. Mark smiled down at me.