They were so busy laughing at the two women fighting with each other as they tried to get through the door. If either one had backed down for a moment... both could have gotten out. Of course, they both would have been shot if that had happened, but they were currently providing considerable entertainment for the two potential shooters.One of the women screamed and collapsed to the floor as she was attacked from the rear. This broke the bottleneck open and women tried to rush out the door. That's. I thought Oh crap my wife is sitting at the same table I can't do this. I immediately texted back to stop I can't do this my wife is right here. By this time my cock was out of my pants and in a wet mouth. One of the best blow jobs I had ever gotten was happening at a table with my wife and another couple sitting right there. I sat there enjoying it while trying to keep in the conversation so no one would suspect anything. I know I wasn't doing very well at that as my cock was getting. He began to squeeze harder and harder. He really put the vises to them. His face twists and contorted with the force he is putting to them tits. I glance at my wife and she was closing her eyes with pain and a slight smile with the thought of what was happening to her tits. They looked like meat in a press. He put such force into his death grip, that I could see her flesh begin to ooze out between his fingers. He then began to put the twist to her breasts. Ever so slow. It was amazing. He just. ...". she said. "And you are?"Jack, said I. If you ARE Chanel, we've been chatting online for a while. If you're not, then you still smell amazing.That's the worst chat-up line I've heard in a very, very long time, she said. But go back to the bar, get a bottle of Pol Roger and come back here, and maybe you can redeem yourself. And I'll tell you how to speak to a real lady, like me.Champagne bought, I went over and sat opposite her, admiring her beautiful eyes and wondering if I could hope to.