I don't know if Evan knew that, but he seemed content to hold me and answer anything I asked. The problem was I ran out of questions and my mind start...d to spin in circles as I worried."What do you say we go upstairs and draw you a bath? It might help you relax."I didn't really want to go, but Evan might just be trying to get me off his lap. I nodded and started to sit up."Oh no, you don't. You stay right there."Before I could get any further, Evan smoothly stood with me in his arms, my knees. “No!”“That’s bullshit.”His boss took a deep breath trying to control his temper. He asked, “Did you stop at a strip club, when you were supposed to be driving them back to a hotel?”“The evening was young. I figured I’d loosen them up with a little partying at the Pink Pussycat.”“Did you physically pull Howard into a strip club?”“His mouth was saying no, but you know that his cock was saying yes. He’s a guy. Every guy likes visiting strip joints.”“Did you hold him down, while a stripper. ” “Really? How’d that happen?” I asked, almost happy. “Because all of my X’s are a bunch of horn dogs. The second I get with them the try to feel me up, or convince me to have sex with them. I’m more then just a pair of boobs!” she said, I could feel her anger in my back massage. “Well that’s because a lot of guys see a beautiful woman like yourself and immediately think of having sex with her.” “What do you think?” she asked me. “I think that it helps to know some one before you decide to have. She still had her hand lightly around the base of his cock. His reply seemed obvious, but his passion was now very real.“No, I’d like. Very much… if that’s okay.”Marianne smiled warmly at him. “That would be fine. But I hope you don’t think I’m some desperate old girlfriend’s mom.”He looked at her shining eyes, her flowing hair, her bulging breasts, her hand around him… “No,” he said sincerely, “I think you are beautiful. Wonderful.”“Okay.” She smiled, stood up and turned towards the.