Something I hope he’d understand, and accept. He looked deeply at me again, and kissed me gently. “I just need to talk to chef and I’m out of he...e…” “I’ll be waiting.“ *** My seat was empty. He looked around the empty restaurant in confusion. I did not come all the way to New Orleans for a quickie in an office. He knew that. Had I thought better of it and backed off? Looking closer to where I sat, he noticed a deliberate vignette on the bar. The two glasses remained: one half full, with ice,. Jennifer chuckled to herself over the silly notion. She would never have the guts to actually go through with something a wild as sex wrestling. She couldn’t even stand in front of her mirror in the buff.The college student scrolled down the site for more info like rules and regulations. She hit upon the careers section of the page. They were recruiting wrestlers! Jennifer could feel her heart pounding at the idea of joining up, but covered her face in embarrassment. She didn’t feel as pretty. I bent over him in a similar manner and forced my tongue into his mouth for a really wet kiss, until he got the message from my prolonged kissing, he reached up and felt my heaving breasts and protruding nipples.As he squeezed I moaned out loud and used my tongue like a penis substitute fucking his open mouth, leaving him in no doubt, I was up for it.My hands were around the back of his head and as broke off the passionate kissing, I held him hard against my straightening body, until his mouth. I had to be careful, though. Just one front office decision in Baltimore to promote one of these kids before the Appalachian League season ended, and our chances of winning the pennant could go into the toilet. The best of these players would move to other clubs -- the faster "A" league clubs or even up to Bowie in Double-A -- early in September after the short season ended here in Bluefield.Moving up at the end of August would be happy news, for the player, and for me as his manager. Moving up.