No, he was going to have his table here if they had to drive to a forest preserve and hew a new table from a freshly cut tree.It took nearly ten minut...s, but we ended up being seated. And that led to ANOTHER outburst, because Dante didn’t like the table. This time, I decided to intervene.“Dante, this table is fine. Just relax and let’s have a nice dinner.”“Don’t let people push you around! You’ll never get anywhere!”“Push me around? This was the result of some clerical error where they didn’t. She pulled my head even forcefully while crushing my head with her soft thighs. Some juice trickled out and it was all mixed up in my saliva.She stopped me and asked me to come to toilet. I removed her gown and we walked to the toilet in the bathroom. She asked me to sit on the western style toilet. Then she climbed on to my thighs taking my head and shoulders for support. She put my head near her pussy and pressed it against it. After a second or two she started pissing onto my face. I. She turned her head slightly and had a smile on her face.I walked up behind her pressing my groin against her ass while running my hands around her waist. She smacked my hand."Go get a shower you are sweaty and smelly. I'm going to change and finish supper", she said.I walked away thinking, if she only knew how I got sweaty and smelly. I was laughing inside as I headed to the bathroom. The rest of the evening was typical. We ate, she did some work, I surfed the internet, we watched TV, etc,. She had dressed in the special outfit and was standing in a fever of doubt, desire and mild dread in the middle of the room. Her fingers fluttered at each other and her eyes kept scanning the room, making sure everything was as it should be. She waited.The sound of the old elevator stopping at her floor brought her eyes back to the door. She held her breath as the footsteps approached down the corridor. At the knock on the door she flew across the room, flung open the door and launched into his.