’ Le Bernardin? THE Le Bernardin? Eric Ripert’s Le Bernardin? That place is reserved a year in advance.’ I smiled inwardly. Eric Ripert was a tr...e culinary genius, probably the best in NY. He was the head chef and owner of Le Bernardin, an acutely high end restaurant. The Saudi royalty ate here when they were in town. The price range meant they had a very selective clientele- senators, heads of state, movie stars, industrialists and the like. Even then the waiting list was for a full year most. A lot of this was my ownblood from when my arm had been cut off and of course, there was thespill I had into Armory's blood. I'd probably gotten blood from all myother friends on me as well while I'd been collecting their bodies.I'd just been so distracted by everything that I hadn't given it anythought."I need to get cleaned," I said, feeling strangely guilty for eventhinking about that.After all my friends had all been slaughtered in front of me and I wasleft in one of their bodies. It. For the rest of the day, time seemed to both drag and race and Karen's attention was constantly wandering. Suddenly it was four fifty and she went to the restrooms to get ready only to disturb a group of her team who had slipped out for a quick cigarette before leaving. Rather flustered by this she returned to here desk where, on seeing her return, Mel came over and led her away. As they made their way down to the car park Mel was all forced joviality, which didn't help the tension. Together. He knew what she wanted, cupping her soft face and kissing her long and hard.He leaned to her, and eyes closed, gave her a long and passionate kiss. “Oh fuck!” She sighed as his tongue explored her mouth, touching remnants of her stud’s cum.“Wow, I sure hope I find myself man who loves me that much to kiss me right after I give a blow job!” Tracy sighed.“I’m thinking the same thing!” Holly agreed.“I feel a little embarrassed that I’ve become such an easy slutty fuck of a wife, especially on our.