Always. And yes, for better or worse I’m sure that’s yet another hardwired artifact of my past. Anyway, I was already turned on because of what we...were doing, where we were doing it, and the knowledge that we’d been discovered, and I admit that I was was a little more turned on once I got a look at him. But what really got to me was the sadness in in eyes. It’s pretty clear that he had a wife, that he lost her years ago, and I don’t think he was lying when he said it’d been a long time since. "Of course you know this hottie called Shelly don't you Damian?" she asked laughing.Damian blushed crimson, and then awkwardly extended his hand to shake hers. Shelly held onto his big strong hands with a firmly loose grip that seemed to suggest that much more than just a warm handshake was on her mind right now. Then she looked straight into his eyes with her sexy bedroom eyes and gave him an almost imperceptible wink. It all happened so fast that Damian was left wondering if he had merely. Hehe. I am such an exhibitionist! I get a good hard slap in the ass from each and everyone in attendance. And began my service. The wine rep was very good at her job and by the second pour we had already surpassed what needed to be sold to get me in on the action. They were also getting a bit loose and touching me more and more. Dominique, the football party gal, declared her intention to buy a case of each wine tasted if the rep got me hard and ruined my orgasm three times in a row. Oh. His medium length black hair was pulled into a short ponytail, his blue eyes skimming his mail. ‘It’s not like her to miss our night,’ he thought to himself. ‘No emails from her, nothing.’ Then his expression changed to anger, ‘if that asshole boyfriend has done something, so help me I’ll…’ His thoughts were interrupted by the ring of his cell phone. Without looking, he answered in an unusually rough voice. ‘HELLO.’ ‘Christian, is that you?’ came the female voice from the other end. ‘Sis…where.