There was no conversation as she ate. Abigail was not sure of me, the circumstances, or what was next for her, and I appreciated her uncertainty enoug... to let her think things through, ask whatever questions she wished to ask, and decide for herself what was next for Abigail.When she was finished, she took the plates and cups to the roof top sink, washed them clean, and put them in the cupboard beneath the countertop. All that time she kept her thoughts to herself, giving no indication of her. "So which one do you want, Marcel? Patty or Simone? They're our going away present, like. You and Rudy keep 'em and you run 'em, and every once in a while, you mail Otis and I, say, twenty-five percent of the take..." What about me and Frog?" Slick ranted."Free pussy," Tyrone replied. "Marcel, you and Rudy make Patty and Simone give it up to Slick and Frog for free once or twice a week. That's the best I can do, because there are only two of them." Well..." Frog was philosophical about it.. They looked of a age where they would have daughters who were out partying in the Paintworks while they ate in this quiet restaurant. I smiled to myself. One of the couples were German, on holiday. The other couple were near the front and out of earshot. As I ate, each of these groups paid their bill and left. As I had guessed, it was just me in the restaurant by 11 p.m. as I sipped an after dinner complimentary brandy, the sitar music dreamily accompanying me.I asked for the bill and the. She shivered as with one hand I guided my cock slowly up the inside of her thigh towards her. As my cock reached her lips, I gently pushed inside her, just parting her a little. She reached up and grabbed her hands behind my neck and arched her back to present herself to my cock. Please fuck me now she pleaded as she tried to impale herself on me. I moved my hips away so that only the tip of my cock was inside her. As she arched her back, she wrapped her legs around my back and gripped me.