It’s MY company you are doing business with, but if I bring somebody from the company with me, you address them and ignore me. Keep going like this,...and I will contact a firm in Vancouver. The only reason I haven’t is when it comes to negotiations and protecting patents, you are supposed to be the best in western Canada.”“I’m sorry you feel that way.”“There you go again. You aren’t apologizing for your actions. You are apologizing for the way I chose to feel. In other words, you are sorry for. She gave a few more licks before stroking his shaft once again,and looking him in his eyes, to feel his pleasure. I knew what wouldfollow.A few people left the restaurant, clearly shocked by this attitude. Iwas still entirely focused on the show, but soon my reverie ended when Iheard someone calling me:"Mister. Mister. Please, mister. MISTER." The voice of the waitressraised suddenly, and I saw here holding what was possibly my order. Ihad my mouth open, and if it had stayed open a few seconds. I glanced over at the blonde girl next to me again and noticed that her dress was now bunched around her waist, with her tits bouncing up and down in front of her. She was still impaled on the guitar player’s prick, but now she also had a cock sliding in and out of her ass. I didn’t recognize the guy fucking her from behind, so it was probably a roadie or someone from the band’s entourage. The blonde had her eyes closed and was rocking her hips against the base of the guitar player’s shaft,. I really liked the older white women the best of all.In fact, if they were married, they were experienced and all, and they were willing to bend over for my dick if we were super discreet and stayed out of trouble.My aunt Rosa was a schoolteacher down at Lincoln High and I had done her anally a couple of times just because she was needing it badly, and I was always around for her to fool with on a lonely Saturday night. She had a lot of married white female teachers in her circle and that was.