It didn't. He wanted to know why a "Beautiful" woman like me wasn't with a REAL MAN. I knew right then he was only thinking of sex or rather His dic.... I told him how women understand woman and how soft women are and how comfortable it is to be with a woman. He was upset with me his face had a huge question mark on it. He asked me if I ever desire a man then he corrected himself a BIG COCK inside me. I told him i had to be honest, I told him sometimes. You should of seen the smile on his. I felt the alcohol hit my blood stream and my buzz rising. Next was my hubby. He really set the mood for the tribute. He dangled a lime wedge above my closed mouth. I rolled my head side to side, not in protest but to assess whether this would be enough for my hubby’s buddies. It seemed to be. I held the wedge between my teeth, my mouth slightly open. My arms and legs still held firmly in place at each corner of the pool table. I looked down across my breasts, rising and falling with each. "She belongs to Mr. Paul."Mike's worst fears were realized. That incredible woman, the sexiest woman in the world, reserving her charms for a gangster like Steve Paul! It was too much to take. "Is she for sale?" said Mike in a hoarse whisper."Generally," said the butler, "no. But under certain circumstances, on certain unusual occasions, Mr. Paul can be persuaded to part with her for an hour or so. Very unusual circumstances," said the butler, "if you know what I mean."Money. He would pay. Now you have what you always said I wasn’t!”Some interesting tension between them. Definitely a lot of truth in what he told me about her.When the pilot kicked up the engines to get on the runway and take off, the girls on either side of me pulled up the arm rests, turned into me, got the far hands on my arm and the other hand holding my hand nearest to them. My arm was numb and my fingers felt like they were broken when the two girls finally let go when we got to cruising altitude. I got a.