It was a routine she had repeated so regularly that she did not even look to her bag or break her step.He looks at her neatly pinned hair and skinny l...gs that stick out from beneath her coat. Once he had tried to describe it out loud in words. He had been looking at a digger that had been in an accident when he caught a glimpse of her eating lunch alone in the smidge of green left beside the quarry. Instead of words he just chocked and gave a cough.***Well, every day is Halloween around here.. He attracted the attention of all the other diners, most openly gawking at him. He was dressed in a white robe with gold trim that formed a V down his bare chest displaying his musculature. He was big, hulking was a better word. He had a long pointy ancient Egyptian style beard and wore dark eyeliner. The man was also shaved bald including his eyebrows. Most of the crowd had never seen anyone so exotic and continued to rudely stare at the black giant. Most of the crowd had never dined with a. It caused my cock to twitch and several of the ladies sitting there laughed knowingly. Several other ladies rubbed their hands inside the edges but no one else touched me. The last person I moved to was my best friend’s wife Terry. She was a 5’2′ blond bombshell and always the life of the party. Instead of just rubbing the edge of my boxers, Terry made a show of rubbing her hand over my crotch and the place erupted in cheers. Loving the attention Terry leaned forward and pressed her face into. "Alright guys, what are you men gonna do while I fuck her?" she says."What do you mean? I figured you could sit on her face while we fucked her holes," one of the men say.“Oh gentlemen, why do you always assume that I want to sit on a woman's face? Oh no. I’m going to make her come over, and over, and over again until she can’t handle it anymore. Then, you can have her,” she replies.You come over to me, take my head in your hands and spit on me. “Now fucktoy,” you say, “I guess I had it wrong..