Jane was starting to get wet thinking about that night. She composed herself and made reservations at the restaurant. Jane arrived home before Bill. ...ane has a shorter commute than Bill so she was able to make preparations for the night. She undressed and put on a garter belt with stockings. She put on one of her best evening dresses. She heard Bill come in the house. She took something out of a dresser drawer and hurriedly placed it in the bathroom. She ran to meet Bill. Bill didn’t need to. I took my boots off and sat them in the seat next to me. I had a foot up on my other knee massaging it with my thumb and moving my toes around when an older gentleman who looked to be in his late forties or early fifties had the seat right next to me. He was about 5'8 with thinning, gray, buzz cut hair. He reminded me of an ex-military man with a rugged handsomeness. As I grabbed my boots off his seat, I said apologetically, "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize this was your seat."He laughed, sat. She’s got a tote for you. Come right back.”“Pants mistress?” Boy asked.“Nope. Just a tee shirt. You got the mail today with less on. The pair of you will figure it out, I’m sure.”“Yes, mistress,” both girl and I replied.Dinner was the best I’d had in ages. Boy had really outdone himself this time. It smelled amazing. I’m glad he was cooking. He does a much better job of it than I do. Boy and I started the meal out sitting naked, while mistress was still in her school clothes. Our plates were. I am here and I am all yours to use and abuse as you see fit.” I tell her. She laughs, “I am going to take what I can get and get it all. I am so in love with you.” “I love you so much it hurts.” I say back. My hand is slowly tracing its way to where her hand is. I touch and tickle her stomach and her sides. She is moving and jerking as my caresses tickle and arouse her. My fingers explore her belly button (an innie). She is rolling her hips trying to get my hand to her pussy. I am not ready.