They were bringing in beer as if it was the Prohibition era. Jerry, being twenty 24, had no problem drinking away. Lou wasn’t drinking, she was too ...usy being a good host to be wasted. He never saw her drink, but she was acting as if she’d had a few too. She was in a great mood and that worked well for Jerry and even Skuzzy. But Skuzzy was becoming hammered and he was out back smoking a joint all evening. So he wasn’t going to be great company by the time the evening was done. Besides, he was. “Excuse me. Can I slip through?” Chris looked up (into the sun) and was instantly blinded. She shielded her eyes as she tucked her legs closer to the seat. A tall man with wavy, blonde hair inched around her and sat two seats down. “Thank you.” Chris smiled and turned back to the game, peeking at him out of the corner of her eye. He was boyishly handsome with cute dimples on his cheeks. He was wearing a Rodriguez jersey, a beaten Rangers cap, and well worn blue jeans. He saw her peeking. - And then you have to quickly find a quiet place in order to relieve yourself, right?" Michelle said, pressing harder on my engorged sausage.- I don’t know, Yes....?- Do you masturbate?- Yes ...- Yes, I believe you do. How many times a day do you do it, sweetie?- Two or three times ...?Michelle squeezed me harder, almost chocking my dick.- I mean… seven or eight?- Seven or eight ... that’s more plausible. Here. Bend over, sweetie.I leaned over and felt her delicate fingers brushing gently. Really nothing to worry about. We are just being careful." Oh, OK, I guess I'll now know for next time. How about some dinner?" Sure babe, hamburgers OK? Usually on Sunday I try to keep it simple"."That's fine, get me a glass of red please"That sounded good to me too and I got two glasses out."Are we having company that you did not tell me about?I looked at her totally puzzled"The second glass, slaves don't drink wine. You may have some water"Damn, here she was getting into the Domme thing.