With the astigmatism and progressive lenses, it was $400 I had not planned on spending. Unless I did something stupid again, they should hold me for a...couple of years. With an hour to kill, I headed back to the food court, hit Chick-Fil-A, got a spicy chicken sandwich combo with their waffle frys and a large Diet Coke then started looking for somewhere to sit. I hadn’t noticed how crowded it was. The only available table would seat six, but I did not want to stand while I ate and would be glad. "Oh, BB, those tits are so gorgeous. I want you to let me suck on them. I want you to let me put my cock between them and come all over your chin," he drooled.She rarely responded to such drivel. She understood that this was part of the show. She had to listen to the clients imagine all sorts of things they wanted to do with her as she exposed her body to them. It seemed a bit curious to her but the men rarely ever actually demanded a response to such comments. It was as if they were so. I was getting really aroused but did nothing overt enough to let it on to him. But then it happened. I excused myself to get up and go to the men’s room. I was hard as a rock and trying to hide it. When I got up I brushed against his thigh and I knew he could feel my manhood. It sent shivers up me. I caught a quick look at him and he looked back at me and laughed. I quickly went to the restroom, wondering what he could have found amusing. I can’t begin to tell you how horny I was getting and. In spite of myself, I grinned. I could hear their bare flesh slapping together and recognised the sounds. I could almost picture Paul on his knees behind Foxy. She was shorter than he was, so I guessed missionary wouldn’t be their favourite position, but I had learnt thanks to James, that there are still quite a few other positions that they could enjoy. The timing between the slaps was getting shorter and the grunts, groans and encouragements louder. Foxy keened, Paul grunted very loudly, and.