I pulled in and he was just getting off of his Harley. He was fully leathered as he walked toward the car. I will never forget the swagger and the til... of his head as he was looking at me. I was immediately turned on and wet. He exuded raw male sexiness. Then he looked at me with those eyes, eyes that I now know change with his mood, eyes too blue to resist. We chatted for all of 15 minutes before we were making out and he was holding my ass and my hand was on his jeans feeling his cock. So. "I've waited so long for this, Mr. Remington, and you do not disappoint."The look of disgust had finally faded from Amy's face. Now she simply stared with a blank sort of hypnotized gaze as the man began pumping himself in and out of her. Amy's mouth was open and her eyes shone in the darkness, dancing with the reflections of the sin on screen. And she still didn't know I was there, though I was standing a mere six feet away from her. She was entranced and oblivious, struck dumb by the raw. Her "handler" at the firm was distraught at being replaced by a strange fellow from Scotland who had the dourest face and the limpest wrist in the headquarters unit. His subordinates constantly ridiculed him for his supposed non heterosexual inclinations but in actual fact he had been married for almost twenty years when his wife and two teenaged children were incinerated by one of Jerry's rockets obviously off course to be landing in the suburban residential patch which boasted peaceful cow's. We sat there for a while longer and the waiters served us more drinks, leering at me and making what were probably rude comments in Spanish. When we’d finished the bottle of wine I said to one of the waiters ‘No bill, after what I’ve done for you, of course’. He looked at me and then looked at Jane and said ‘No bill if she comes out back, too’. I looked at Jane. She took a deep breath in, lent forward and whispered in my ear ‘They didn’t hurt you, did they?’ I shook my head and she had that.