It was a rare pleasure taking things easy knowing we didn't have to rush. Normally it was quickies in the kitchen or more recently cramped fumblings i... our car, with a time limit, barely able to do it twice.And of course the ever present danger of getting caught.Betty freely admitted to liking this, actually getting more pleasure from the possibility of getting caught, I however was not so keen and preferred to take my time in relative peace.And so we sank into one another, getting lost in. We finally get to the restaurant in one piece. Jim asks for the reservations for Carr, and the waiter guide us to the table at the far end of the restaurant. As the waiter takes our order, he looks at both of us with a knowing smile and walks off. I ask Jim about this. ‘Hey, why do you think our server gave us that smirk? It’s kinda creepy.’ I say with a shudder. Jim gives me a smile, ‘Do you realize where we’re sitting honey? It’s far away from the other patrons and unless someone looks hard. I walked into the mens room and noticed that one of the two stalls was in use. Sometimes that's a good thing for a horny guy who's alone, so even though I only had to piss, I took the empty stall. Pants down, sitting on the pot, I tapped my foot a few times to see if he would recognize the signal. He did. Before I knew it we were walking to the woods in back of the building.He was an average guy, maybe 40 years old, jeans and a sweatshirt. We found a spot and he dropped to his knees and undid. "What are you smiling at, fart boy?" Tantka spat out at Mark, "I have all the advantages, I think that in less than an hour you'll be these fine warriors meal."Mark could see that the Styrox were staring at him with a longing hunger in their eyes. The drool that was leaking from their jaws was also another sign that if he didn't escape soon he just might be their next meal.Tantka was laughing, an irritating sound like nails on a chalk board, though in his case his voice was a nasally whining.