I quickly brought some napkins. But as we were in public she couldn’t remove all of it properly and some it went inside her bra. She said to me that...she has to go to the bathroom and clean it.On our way there I just said that “What a waste of such tasty ice cream.” At that moment she bit her lips and told me that I can still have it. She indicated with the eyes. Soon we reached the washroom. We went inside the handicapped section as there was no one there and locked the door.We were looking in. The room was very cool. I sat on the bed and pulled the blanket up to get access to his dick and I began sucking him like I love to do. I licked it, I sucked it, and I slide my lipps up and down his dick, once in a while trying to touch his balls on my chin. He must have liked it... he was moaning and commenting on how good I suck dick. That made me suck it better. Damn, sucking dick feels good and it is so much more rewarding when a black man appreciates it. I asked him if he would like to. When she turned her head and saw me, she froze. Those were some of the most delicious moments for me - the look in her eye at that moment is hard to describe. Fear, surrender, arousal. She knew that I was going to something wrong with what she was doing. She was talking too much or not enough. She should have let him pick her up or she should have discouraged him. There were no rules about that sort of thing other than one simple one: whatever she did would be wrong."Elizabeth? Have you been. "Jason," he said softly as he approached, dark circles under his eyes."You fucking asshole shithead," I muttered as I felt my fist connect with his left jawbone. Then I was cut to pieces by the laser beams from the ceiling. Actually, I was buried by a horde of security guards — well, two — who emerged from the secret compartments that ringed the foyer.I awoke to find myself handcuffed to a chair in Andy's office. I could taste blood on the inside of my lip, and my arms were sore, but I didn't.