At just that moment, headlights crossed us, and I heard the crunch of tires on the parking lot.“Kitty, baby, if we don’t want to go to jail, maybe...we should take this to your place.” I said painfully, her hand was still stroking away on my cock, I noticed that her hand didn’t quite meet when she fully grasped it.“Not my place, I’ve got nosy neighbors, what about yours?”“I’m just passing through, got no place to take you.”“Wait a moment.” She said looking up, as though thinking over something. “Ah, Ms. Udasa,” the maître d says upon seeing her. “I see you have a guest this evening. Would you care for your regular table?”Udasa smiles at the man and says, “That will be fine, François.”They are led to the back of the restaurant to an almost secluded table. The table gives them a bit more privacy than the other tables in the restaurant but not total privacy. Once they are seated Udasa gives the man the drink order.This is when she opens up. Derek has never heard her talk about anything. She was too scatterbrained to keep the orders straight,but the customer didn't seem to mind so much. She was very flirtatiousand didn't complain at all when they grabbed her ass. She frequently saton their laps and grabbed at their dicks when the manager wasn't looking.When she was done for the night, Sheena ran home to her mommy/mistressriled up for action."Hi Mommy," yelped Sheena as she got into the night's chosen outfit. Itwas some sort of rubber contraption with the asshole and nipples cut. Today anyway.” Wallace said with a wink, offering him a hand up.Max wondered if he were just setting himself up, but he reasoned that if Wallace were lying, better to know now than get surprised later. He grasped Wallace’s hand and was given help getting back on his feet.“Okay, now that we got that out of the way, we need to see where your physical fitness lies on the spectrum. Somewhere between sloth and superman, for sure, but where? The standard test is sit-ups, push-ups, pull-ups and a run..