My next stop was back with my valet to get dressed for dinner. This time he had only one outfit laid out for me. It was a tux with all the accessories... By the time he was done, even I was impressed. This was the fourth time I had ever worn a tux and the first three were when I got married. All three times they were rented outfits and nowhere near as nice as this one was.He asked, politely, exactly what function Angela was letting me attend with her. I guess I should have been offended, but in. ‘Hi,’ she said. I looked up. She was leaning onto the information desk at the record and book store where I worked, and she smiled the perfect smile that beautiful women do so well. Though it was late and I was a bit tired, I immediately slipped into ‘helpful employee’ mode (trying not to enter ‘helpful employee staring at gorgeous babe’ mode, at least not yet). Fumbling a smile, I stood up from where I’d been hunting for a pen under the table, and tried to look helpful. ‘What’s your name?’ she. He wants ME to suck on him!How lucky can one woman get?When other women look at my Ted so hungrily, part of me feels so flattered that they want what I have. But part of me wants to scream, “Back off, BITCH! He’s MINE!”When Ted finally stopped coming down my throat, a single drop of his sperm slowly streamed down the right side of my chin.Happily for me, all the rest of his sweet, sticky sperm was on my tongue, in my throat, and slowing oozing down from the back of my throat, on its way down. Finally Amanda stepped out of the doorway and approached my table. “Mind if I sit?” she asked.“You alone?” I asked.“Yes.” She replied as she sat down next to me.“What happened?” I asked.“She left.” Amanda said. “We had a long talk…” She paused and took a deep breath. “First, I just need to say that what you did tonight was totally fucked up! Neither of us would’ve agreed to this if you had told us what was going to happen.” I lit a fresh cigarette. “I can see that now.”She was quiet for a.