I guess I never met the right lady. When I was younger, I was so consumed building my business, and now that I have it in a good place, I don’t want...some twenty-something with eyes on my wallet looking for a payoff.”Georgia gave him a wry smile and handed over her flute for a refill. “What makes you think I’m not looking for a payoff?”Pierre grinned. “Permission to speak freely?”“Sure.”“That Mercedes of yours.”“Huh?” she replied, confused.“Those little hotties looking for a sugar daddy are not. I tried to my tongue go inside the ass hole but not succeeded. I kept licking for some time. Afterwards I parted my face and taken the packet from the table, mother asked” what is this? I told just keepwatching.It was the butter packet which I brought today morning. I have taken some butter with my fingers started toapply on the asses, mother was watching with surprise. After pasting butter on the ass fully, I started to lick the butter and I swallowed entire butterapplied to asses, I told her. I could see the love her eyes when she said it. Yet — there was something there that was off. There was nothing that anyone who didn't know her intimately would have even suspected, but there was something that told me that what she said wasn't the whole story. It was almost as if there was a telepathic "but..." on the end of her last sentence. I gave her a quizzical look, trying to draw out the rest of the story without actually saying something to her.She concentrated on her food in reply. I. "I can see that." She nodded. She was annoyed and slightly creeped out. Usually her fans are c***dren and p*****ns, but she noticed that the line are all adult men. Their probably more fan of her body than her music. "I loved you since…” He trailed off momentarily as he got an eyeful of her tits. She had some cleavage revealed with her dress. She waved her hand as if to get his mind back on track. "And...?" His jaw hung slack briefly before he managed to reel his mind back. "Oh, um, sorry..