"You look beautiful, Sarah. I'm so pleased you like the earrings," he said. "Let's start heading to the restaurant. It's just down the street. It's a ...eautiful night, we can walk there."Sarah nodded and said, "Let me fetch my purse."He watched the curve of her ass and the feminine sway of her hips as she walked away. He shook his head for what must have been the twentieth time that day, and followed her into the room. As they left the hotel, Sarah linked her arm through her father's and smiled. In front of me was a very good looking black man. He was tall and slim and medium toned skin. He looked like he worked out. “Would you like to eat my wife’s pussy?” he asked the man. “Hell yeah,” the man responded. “Follow us,” my husband said. He found us a table that came to about mid thigh on the men and put me on my back across it. It wasn’t a back room, but it was more remote than the dance floor. You could still easily see us from the bar and the dance floor. As you’ve figured out, I have. I sat her up near the end-table where I had placed the two glasses. I sat down on the floor facing her and leaned in toward her. I slowly lowered her head to my shoulder and held it tightly with my right hand. I brushed my cheek up against hers and held her body with my left arm.After a couple of minutes, she had gathered her breath. She slowly raised her head off of my shoulder. There was a noticeable smile on her face. I handed her the glass and she gulped about half of it right away. After. "So," she said as they put their coats on, "Anne on for tonight?" Yes, provided she's not working so late she decides not to bother."Denise looked at him, carefully."Stan? Are you all right with what Anne's doing?" Yes. No. Well, yes, I understand that she's working a lot, but what I don't see is why." Hmm?" she asked him as they went out of the front door."I mean, I know she's got a project she's overseeing at work, but, well, the other project managers don't seem to have to put in the hours.