I looked at Steve. He was smug, and obviously biting his tongue. I glared and he shifted into puppy dog eyes for a moment and then into that incredibl... cute grin of his. I just had to smile back. I put my hand on his thigh and cocked my head."So, I want my story," I teased.Steve smiled. "What do you want to hear about?" Your last relationship, including how it started, how long it lasted and when it ended."Daring, I knew, and maybe not the best way to get to know Steve. Maybe it would scare him. If you don't have one yet you need to get tested or keep looking at the Picture. So do you have the hard on ? good a good story should be Interactive if not well than let me help you. Look at the PictureLook at the Slut's skinny figure with a great flow, Cum like skin, the supple round breasts with large plush nipples, fit abs to run your tongue, a golf hole like Navel where you can think of inserting your dick, arm pits to sniff, great hair to pull & control, panties stretched with inviting. I think we'll get right down to the meal. Thanks." Very good. And to drink?" Can we get some wine?" I asked."I'm afraid not, sir," the waiter said in a rather condescending tone."Why don't you ask Maurice if it would be okay," Charlotte told him."Very well then," he said. He went away and we saw him talking with Maurice, the maitre d' who had seated us. Maurice nodded and they strode into the kitchen. Moments later Maurice returned to our table with a bottle of the restaurant's finest. He. Walking in Mark told everyone to leave he had to talk to the king alone, several guards made a move toward Mark and were almost frozen to the spot."Now then when I release you I suggest you leave or we'll have you removed unconscious, understand?" Mark snapped, most of the men tried to nod yes, the few who didn't received a scowl from Mark, they immediately consented.The room cleared, Mark advanced on the king touching the device again the room was isolated and escape proof."I assume you know.