"The drive there was enjoyable, seeing the sights of Sydney by night, made even more pleasant by the bottle of vintage Dom Perignon that Greg opened a...d served us together with a plate of exquisite hors d'oeuvres, which included some real caviar, smoked salmon and prawns.We were all in a happy mood by the time we arrived at the very impressive restaurant. I remembered the last night on our honeymoon when Greg took us out for an upmarket dinner. It was like comparing a pizza with fillet mignon,. I loved that I was finally showing them off to someone. I turned back in his direction.“You can touch them if you want. I've never had anyone touch them without my bra and a shirt on. I haven't even had many touch them that way too much, either,” I said and then giggled.He tentatively reached out and cupped my right breast in his hand. I felt my nipple harden against his palm. I sighed with the unique sensation of someone else’s hands on my bare skin - it felt even better than when I played. "He nodded. "I had heard you were foresighted," he said. "I would have thought you might try to avoid this."She shrugged, her movement shortened by the restraints. "Why?" she asked. "I'm good, and I knew it was a good foretelling."He chuckled quietly. "I'm impressed, you're very accepting of your fate."She looked down at him and his eyes seemed to glow. "Are you going to tell me what I am going to die for or not?"It was his turn to shrug. "Sure, why not?" he asked. "I am here to rape your mind. Also, she definitely didn't care for the ones with a lot of "street" attitude and attire, having grown up with the idea of a "Prince Charming" as the ideal mate."What? You don't believe me?" Christine could see the confusion written all over Angie's face, "Here! See for yourself." She pulled out her phone, scrolled down and showed a picture to Angie. It was a picture of an impossibly large, thick, black cock. Angie's jaw opened, but no words came out. The string of thoughts that flowed through.