I moved down and removed her shirt and bra so I could play and tease with her tits and nipples. Working my way, slowly down towards her hips and waist... Kissing and licking as I went until I sat her up on a desk and pushed her legs apart. I moved down to my knees to find she wasn't wearing any panties. "Eat my pussy", she begged as I starting licking and sucking on her swollen clit. Watching her body arch and move as I ate her wet, pink pussy was driving me crazy. I continued to lick her clit. So we decided to take a cab to windmill crafts, which was a decent pub in that area. We reached there soon and I ordered for a beer combo, which had 6 pints of beer, each a different brewed flavor. This was the first time that she was drinking so I advised her to take it slow! But as it goes, she started to feel the buzz in just a pint.Now comes the interesting part.. We were sitting side by side in one corner. The lighting was a bit dim and we were having a good time. I observed that she had. He was skinny with pretty white skin and curly brown hair. He was wearing a UCLA sweatshirt. Before I dosed off I smiled at him, and I think I might have blown him a kiss. My mind was so fucked up, who knows.The chairs were all in a circle. It was some kind of 12 step meeting for sex addicts. One by one the people shared their story. This one gal got up. Her name was Ginger I think."Hi, Ginger." everyone chorused.She started talking about how she was addicted to playing with herself. . (I had my phone on speaker and Brandi is shaking her head yes) I said, “My wife has been listening to our conversation and she definitely wants to go. What time should we meet you there?”Abioye answered, “I will make reservations for eight, I know the owner. When you arrive just give the maître de my name and he will seat you.”I said him, “Thank you, we would see him at eight.” I had no idea of what was going to happen that evening. One thing I did know, I do not trust anyone. I had brought.