So he had further reason for the ridiculous bulge in his slacks. When the shoot was over, Jack offered to take Jenny to the fancy Café d'Artistes ......on the Upper West Side, just south of Harlem! It was the most romantic place Jack could think of After changing, Jenny wore a short black skirt, showing off those non-stop legs ... and a tight, red cashmere sweater, that really showcased her fantastically gigantic tits. It looked like the woman was trying to hide watermelons in it. He pulled up in. Go get my capris and tee for me andwe'll go get fuel as soon as you pump what fuel you have into the boat."I walked over to where Bettina's clothes lay and picked up all of herclothing and carried them back to her.Bettina yelled at me "Jamie you touched my panties and bra, I told you tobring my capris and tee I did not give you any order about my panties orbra. Now go pump the fuel and let me think of a fitting punishment." Punishment" I sputtered "What are you talking about. I am not. So I’m very nervous and not sure how to word it. In fact, I have been against asking you, but Trish is arguing that you are the only person we can ask.”“I’m okay, I can handle a lot more than you think.”“Okay, it’s that business Function we did the menu for last week. It's to be in the Penthouse down at the Chateau Hotel, for the guy that paid for the last one we did there.”Sally interrupted. “Is that the one that Trish stripped at. Is she going to strip again?”Dave blurted out “No!” then. Julie also noted out of the corner of her eye how often Ashlee’s gaze went to the rear view mirror. Were she and Greg making eye contact? Were they flirting? Given what she knew about both of them, it certainly didn’t seem out of the question. Greg was, after all, a man who was know to chase after practically every set of tits that walked past him. And Ashlee wasn’t shy about her sexual appetites either. And Ashlee knew damn right well what Julie and Greg were going to do once she left them..