He was smooth, charming and very sweet. My idea started to really sound fun, I just wondered if I had the guts, and he wasn't going to totally go nut.... The band went into the super slow romantic song I'd requested, and I just gave him a shy smile and put my arms around his neck. His hands stayed at a very polite lower back, but I wanted them a bit further, so I reached back and slid them further so he was caressing my butt. He gave me a raised eyebrow, but didn't seem to have an issue. Still feigning pain, Chris asked her. "Ms. Angela, could you please help me put my legs on the footrest of my chair?"Chris knew if she helped him, his cock would be only mere inches from her face. She would have to feel that heat emitting from it. After she placed his first leg onto the footrest his plan was to accidentally brush his cock against the side of her face.Angela had no idea of what Chris was up to and agreed to help him. She grabbed his right leg and lifted it onto the footrest of. Backing up against you, grinding my bottom against you, I look over my shoulder and wink. "Unhook me?"You unhook my bra and give my bottom a loving squeeze. "No, no ... Can't touch the talent!" I tease.Swaying my hips, dancing in front of you, I slip my arms out of the straps and hold the cups against me. I make my way to you, and let the bra fall off me and cover your eyes. I cover myself self my hands, and back away slowly, wiggling my hips in time with the beat.I turn away and shoot you a. Madonna sighed, "Sorry lads, maybe another time."She went out to the foyer and was about to phone her driver to get her when a gleaming red Ferrari appeared."Want a lift?" It was Didier at the wheel with a huge smile across his black face.Her heart was pounding, she couldn't say no and five minutes later they were in his sports car and driving through the empty streets of London. There was an uneasy silence in the car; they both knew what they wanted but neither wanted to make the first move..