She stopped and pulled away from him. She turned to face him and right before his eyes; she slid her hand inside her tights and began to rub her clit...slowly. Rolling down her tights she stepped out of them and handed them to him. He brought them to his nose and breathed in deeply savouring their scent. Sucking them into his mouth, tasting her cunt juices.‘Wrap them around your pathetic little cock’ Mistress growled at him. He did as he was told and felt his cock stir again. Mistress’ heels. Alex has yet another guy pinned to the nearest wall. "Alex? Definitely not." I also see another man look at our table and head toward us. He a tall thin black man, whom I don't recognize but clearly — by the sudden smile on his face — Ryan does. "You're new friend?"Ryan doesn't answer just stands up to meet him. "Scott, I'd like you to meet an old friend of mine. This is Peter. Peter, Scott."I stand, shake hands and exchange the standard pleasantries. We chat for another few minutes before. Then she lifted it high enough to show the cups of her bra, again concealing everything. "Maybe I'll do it this way." She crossed her arms, and in one smooth motion pealed the shirt off her torso turning it inside out in the process.I was in awe. Her tits were a nice size, and very pretty, plump and swollen, but not overly large. Her bra was pretty standard, but it still showed a fair amount of cleavage when that was the only thing she had on her chest. "You are absolutely gorgeous Samantha. I. "Oh, Marge, do you know Linda Baskin? Her husband, Arnie, plays golf with Ken and Jack." Actually I only met her twice," Marge responded. "I'm sure you know Arnie has cancer. Man that's got to be tough." Yeah, that's why I was calling. Ken's pretty shaken up over it. He says Linda could really use some help around the house; you know, cleaning, laundry, shopping, things like that. I was thinking..." That we could go over and help her out?" Marge interjected."Yeah ... what do you think?".