Then my knight in shining armour arrived in Marco. He was by himself as had night off so Paul invited him to join us. The drinks flowed and Marco said...he had been stood up on a date and I said she must have been a fool to stand him up. He looked great in light tight jeans nice tight t-shirt and you could see his muscles and bulges through them. I insisted that Marco dance and glad I did as hew was great. He had great rhythm as well as as a great body. As we went back to the table Paul explained. He wants me to wonder. He knows that the question in my mind is making almost as hot as He does. I tremble slightly, partially in regretful anticipation of my pending punishment, but more so in exhilaration. I know that no matter what punishment He has in mind, it will end in mutual bliss.Out of the corner of my eye, I see him glance at me. I quickly look at Him in time to see the twitch of the growing excitement beneath His shorts. Seeing this reminds me of how close I was before He caught me. " I thought you didn't care what people thought," he said."I do if it's been butchered." I am wounded," he moaned theatrically. "To think that you think I would butcher your hair!" He gave an obviously false sob."It's not as easy as shaving your chin," she said. She turned her face toward him. "Oh yeah ... I forgot. You don't shave your chin. You don't shave anything. I think I'll do what I usually do instead." Picky, picky, picky," he said, sliding his hands to her stomach and up.His hands. Another text came thru and said "stand up turn around and go to the back left of the theater, when you get back here get on your knees put your mouth over my cock and drool on it but only lick it when I tell you" I stood up and walked to the back left and saw a guy sitting in the last row on the edge of his aisle seat with only a shirt on and flip flops slowly stroking a huge cock. I got on my knees and opened my mouth just over his cock.I could feeling the drool slowly drip out of my mouth.