Chris came back with my drink and I was chatting with Jaime. He jumped right back into the conversation with his buddies about sports or whatever guys...talk about, keeping his hand on my thigh and glancing over at me every few minutes. When I had finished my drink I let Chris know I was going to to to the ladies room and of course Jaime announced that she would join me. I thought nothing of it as I was used to going with my girlfriends, it's what us girls do. I walked into the one stall ladies. " It made it so much hotter," he sighed. "You have a talent for that. You've always had a talent for making me feel like I was all man." Well then maybe I'll tease you just a little." Not too much," he cautioned. "It will make me want to do this again." I already want to do it again," I said in a sultry voice.He grinned. "You're doing it now ... aren't you. You're teasing me." "You're the best pussy licker in the whole world," I said."Oh fuck!" he gasped. "OK, I'm leaving. That's it. You're too. Of course She could speak all languages perfectly even the most ancient and now unspoken so understood someone trivially talking about cycling. He casually looked Her way and caught Her gaze. He smiled politely and then went back to his TV. She looked away and frowned for some reason.That evening She moved into the apartment and was relieved to get behind the closed door of Her room to relax. She shed Her clothes and returned to Her natural form. Sometimes it was a real bind to maintain the. Het zijn echt “onze gasten”, van jou en mij en de ceremoniemeester. Zo voelt het wel. Want hier aan deze tafels wordt het publiek onze gast. Het is aan de ceremoniemeester om alles in goede banen te lijden. En dat doet hij. Met verve. Hij heeft, zoals een goede ceremoniemeester betaamt, een gastenlijst opgemaakt en een tafelverdeling voorzien. Hij weet van één ieder wat hun wensen en voorkeuren zijn. Om het schouwspel goed te laten verlopen, overloopt hij samen met ons de lijst. “Tafel 2,” zegt.