I admire the hell out of you and really wanted to be your personal assistant, but it was in part because of the life you are leading. I got to see you...on television with all those stars in New York, and I know it will be even better here in Los Angeles, and I wanted to be a part of that. Maybe some handsome, rich movie star will see me slaving away for you and take me away from all of this!” she joked, making faces at me from across the table.“Just when I get you trained right? That is. Tears rolled from my eyes. I have lost my wife I cried... my fantasy come true has cost me my wife. I again sat down in the chair crying uncontrollably. I thought somehow I must fight this, but how?Again, I must have fallen asleep. I awoke to the sounds of Mary Deanna's throaty moans and groans as she climaxed on Robert's cock. I saw her straddling him facing the camera, rutting furiously on his Black pole. Her tits hanging, wiggling, jiggling up and down. She came and came and came. My God, I. I found a recipe and headed for the bar. There was another long line so I passed the time talking with other guests."Where'd your date go?" One of them asked."Oh, I'm just fixing her a drink" I said as I forced a smile. Finally I got to the front of the bar only to find out all the ingredients weren't on the bar. I didn't want to return empty handed so I tracked down the host, Mark, and asked him where he kept his bitters. He directed me to the basement so I went down, got the bitters and went. "It's a tempting idea, but with my luck, he'd probably come through the door bringing along his Aunt Matilda. You're right, though - I really do need to figure out some decent way pull this off!" "You've got one chance to take advantage of this situation here, and whatever you do will most surely go down in history. My guess is that it's going to be a story you'll tell your grandkids, so make it a good one!" The thought of grandchildren belonging to her and Kerp brought on the tears.