And sure enough they both were glad to be invited and accepted.We agreed to take off in a single taxi, Mary T and me from our home, picking up Alan on...the way,then Lisa and Susan at their home.Just before 8 o'clock the taxi reached it's final destination: the restaurant "Chez Henri".Henri, an old acquaintance, met us himself once we entered inside. He was as always, happyto greet me to his gourmet establishment. "Une table pour cinq, non?" Oui; Mary T and Alan You already have met, and this is. Also to drop my own trousers.I watched Cathy suck the guy, I mean Joe, until he was proudly erect. Joe was longer and thicker than Dan, a fact not lost on Cathy as she slurped and gagged on his cock. I froze the scene again to capture a still that showed Cathy’s cute face stuffed to the throat with a non-Dan cock. This would go on the honor roll.I watched in fascination as Joe grabbed her head and just fucked her skull. No finesse, no care, just naked thrusting. It almost seemed like I could. And she wrote down her street address and phone number on the pad then she tore the piece of paper off of it.And she handed it to Robert and then she put her writing supplies away in her blue purse. The young handsome well-mannered LAPD Detective looked at the piece of paper folded it up and placed it in his wallet. “I will see you on Friday night.” Then he got into his vehicle, drove straight home and enjoyed the rest of his Sunday.When Friday night finally arrived Mr. Robert Sipowicz drove. Or had she been commanded not to notice. One thing for sure, she was growing increasingly wet, and shifted her body slightly to allow Colt to slide into her, but Colt remained right there at her entrance.Holly then tried to lower herself on top of him."You little Tigress," Colt responded as he pulled back."Not fair! You're making me horny!" Holly cried out in frustration, and again tried to maneuver her swollen lips down on him."Is there something you need?" Colt asked."You know what I need!.