A man she has aroused by flaunting her sexy slut ass too, her thoughts for a second think of her husband at home, she wonders if he’s thinking about...his slut of wife and if she’s being a bad girl sucking cocks and getting fucked, she hopes so, she knows how much he enjoys watching her and after tonight she may even have a few photo’s to take home with her and show him what a naughty girl she’s been. A few of the guys behind Tom start to complain that they can’t get a good shot of Lynn’s pussy. " You really don't have to thank me Derek," she said. "I'm not here toprotect anyone. I'm here because my Agent in Command decided thatsomeone needed to be here with Danny after he decided not to take theminto protective custody. My job is to be an alarm clock. If I sawsomething I'm supposed to raise holy hell about it so the AIC has aheads up." I'm gonna thank you anyway," he said. He turned to Danny."Do you think that Dr. Warren can help her? Do you think she'll beokay?" Honestly Derek, I. "Sex now, talk later." I was overtalking. Her vagina was becoming more responsive as the skin seemed to melt under my caress. Being up against her from head to toe, I could feel all the little reactions her body made to being touched. At first, they were minimal, just small muscle contractions every now and then. Then small shudders. Her pussy produced more lube, a fresh trickle every few minutes flowing out of her until my fingers made small gurgling sounds. Up from deep within her came moans. She sips her drink and looks around the restaurant, meeting the gaze of lustful admirers. She talks and I say just enough to let the conversation flow. I allow myself a moment’s introspection. What is it that drives me to help create this fabulous creature, with the sole intention of bringing her down? What is this madness that seizes me and which I can only shake off by seeing her used sexually by others and publicly degraded? And only then will I permit myself to use her. The waiter.