When I was trying to line up my next to last shot, he again mentioned that his hotel room was close the bar. I knew he was a married man trolling for ... piece of sissy piece of ass, but that lump under his pants made it okay. After a couple of more drinks and butt pats, we thought it was time to leave because the rest of the guys in the bar were watching us more than the porn on the monitors. It was only a half block walk to his hotel and in the elevator his hand was on my thick ass the entire. He had a glass of water in his hand and offered me some. We walked over to some shade and sat in garden chairs and I eventually told him what had happened.“Well, don't feel so bad,” he said, “it happens to all of us and that’s why I am still single.”We traded war stories for a while and I realized how easy-going he was.About a month later, I had just finished mowing the lawn and was looking up at his house when I saw him and went to talk a little more. He was much older than me, but I enjoyed. I was led past the shoe store and noticed the window displays had mirrors in the back that really showed off the mostly high heels and boots in the display. The store obviously specialized in very sexy, some fetish, shoes. I love sexy heels and spotted some real hot numbers as we walked by.There was a younger white guy leaning on the door frame to the shoe shop and he looked me over like a hungry Tiger looking at a tasty Antelope. He gave me a wicked smile and then we were past the shoe store.. .."I cut her off with, "C'mon Cheryl. Stop that. We're friends and you needed to relax."'Thank you Mark." She looked down seemingly shamefully as she spoke, "I was just so mad at him and you are so great. I have to get upstairs to him."She got up hurriedly and started up the stairs biting the tip of her thumb nervously. I said to myself, "no way she's getting off that easy." I followed her and finally caught up to her at the top of the stairs, right as she turned left towards the open door to.