Don’t you like it?’She looks around. He’s right.People are oblivious to the psychological warfare going on at the table tucked away in the corne.... Couples continue their inane chitchat. Waiters desperately ignore patronising conversation from idiotic men trying to show they know something about wine to their disinterested dates.Nobody gives a fuck that a very pretty piece of jewellery has changed hands at the table in the corner. Nobody’s looking at the woman staring at the table, with her left. Her grunts and groans, yelps and squeals sounded like a wild a****l struggling for its life as his big, veiny cock slammed against her tender cervix.Her fingers clutched at his milk chocolate flesh and her back arched as she came yet again. Her toes curled and her head thrashed from side to side like a fish out of water gasping for breath.The bed rocked furiously and slammed against the wall. Beads of sweat formed on Kara's face and rolled down her cheeks dampening her thick brown hair.Her. “You know what I mean Benny. Did Marti do more than just wear the clothes? Did he play the part while wearing the clothes?” Rose asked.“Well, he did wiggle around and act kind of girly while he was dressed, if that’s what you mean,” responded Benny.“That’s not what I mean, and you know it, Benny. Let me a little more direct. Did he suck your dick like a good girl should?” Rose said sarcastically.Benny took a deep swig of his whiskey searching for the right words to formulate his response. . They had intended to find a motel, but I shot that down pretty quick.“Why would you do that? I have bedrooms that haven’t been used since I bought the house. You’re more than welcome to stay.”When they all were down for the night, I expected Jen to leave, but that didn’t happen. Around midnight I asked her if she didn’t need to rest for our big night. She went about eight shades of red and confessed. “Dean, I ... um ... I...”“I’m tired Jen. Spit it out.”It came out in a rush. “I, uh, kind of.