I hoped she liked what she saw. Very nice she said, the agency has done well for me. Would you like a glass of wine? I drank my glass of what was actu...lly a very nice wine slowly, and hadn't yet finished it before she said it was time to go to the dinner.Anyway, the dinner went fine, it was the usual corporate fare, but during the dinner I felt her hand on my knee a couple of times. I didn't mind, I was her arm candy after all, and once reiprocated (and she smiled), but she brushed my hand away. “I don’t know, Martin…I’d feel so…” (AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}});“Honey,” he cut in, stroking her face again. “This is areally big deal here.” His voice was firm. “It’s reallyimportant for me.”She looked down at the floor for a moment and gatheredher strength. It was the least she could do.“O…okay…” she said.“Thank you Honey,” he replied. “It. I enjoyed her big breasts, her full ass, and I even rubbed lotion under her bikini bottom and right into her pussy. I massaged her clit to an orgasm too while Lindsay and Dominique looked on. After that I felt obligated to give them orgasms too. Dominique was the only woman with any hair on her pussy and it was just a small landing strip over her clit. Once I had masturbated them all there was no need for them to wear the bikini bottoms either so they took them off and sunbathed nude in front. I asked him for his address and he sent it to me. I looked it up on google maps and noticed it was in a poor black neighborhood, which added to the excitement for me. I was seriously thinking of driving to this thug's house and fucking him in his old house in the poor section of town. I kept thinking of the things that could go wrong like if my car broke down or had a flat tire in that neighborhood, or if I were attacked. I guess the risk and my pussy aching clouded my reasoning and I messaged.