He was so frightened now that he did what I ordered immediately. I couldsee his plump thighs splayed out and his little prick jutting out over hisalmo...t hairless balls. Looking further back I could see the dimple of hisarsehole. "Take your tights and panties off and put your legs in the sameposition, Susan" I said. She looked wretchedly at me but slowly slid thesilk underwear down her legs and dropped it on the floor then lay back,pulled up her heels and splayed her sexy plump thighs. I glanced. This is one of my favourite times of day at the pub. I have time to reflect on the day, have a smile at the ever changing oddities that is tending bar in an Irish pub, sipping on a pint of my own, now that my work is done. The lights were dimmed enough that the Garda don't suspect any after hours selling of alcohol, but up enough that I don't stumble over the furniture.Suddenly, my peaceful afterglow was shattered by the sound of knocking on the pub door. I walk over, leaving my mostly full. He seemed unable tomove or say anything. I noticed his cheeks had gone a bright scarletcolour and then in the mirror I caught a glimpse of his profile.He had an erection!I walked round in front of him, put one hand gently under his chin,raising his head so our eyes met. With my other hand I reached down,unzipped him and took his cock out of his pants. He was hard. Very hard."Really?" I whispered, grabbing him quite literally by the balls. Nicknodded - he still couldn't speak."The clothes ?" I. Jealous as I can be, I remain close to her and I catch repeatedly looks to her cleavage or legs. It also gets irritating me when I see that certain movements of Murielle move aside parts of her jacket revealing the top of her bodice, which is see-through, hence giving a nice view on her breast. I angrily tell her that she could have dressed more soberly! I have other reasons to be irritated. During diner, Murielle sitting between me at her right, and Antoine, my closest collaborator and deputy.