I was sure my slurping noises could be heard in the kitchen. I was a wanton, dirty slut on my knees sucking cock in a restaurant. Without stopping my ...ral action, I unbuttoned my jeans with one hand and shoved my hand down to my pussy. As I suspected, I was dripping wet, and my throbbing clit was enjoying the attention I was giving it. This action went on for a few minutes when a bar manager strolled out of the kichen. We were stunned when he walked past us into the foyer without noticing.... "I'll speak to Perkins about that. Your blood pressure was quite high; you need this very much to stay healthy. I'm sure he will help you with your schedule. Your firm needs healthy attorneys, not burned out ones."Roger certainly agreed with that. He started taking off his tie when Cynthia said "Oh, I forgot one of the most important questions. Lemon or Wild Cherry?"Roger was confused, and from the way Cynthia laughed, he must have looked it.Cynthia laughed. "I'm sorry. One of the things I've. After our orgasms subsided, we pulled away from each other. I was still horny beyond belief and my dick was hard as steel with the entire length pulsating with my rapid heartbeat.She regained her composure and pulled her panties up.“Thank you for that, now we’re even for earlier, I’ve been soaking wet all afternoon, and stuck with my mom!”“Okay, now what” I breathed heavily, catching my breath.It was so hard, I couldn’t angle it down my jeans. Instead I did my usual tuck it under my jean’s. She had to admit that the advertisement did have the desired ring to it. Just reading the advertisement brought her mind back to the dreaded events her mind kept going back to. Against all odds, she found herself curious. And dare she say it, a tad hopeful.Could this be the thing she was looking for? Could this ... Bounty Hunter ... actually accomplish what he claimed? Could this be her opportunity for vengeance? For closure? A way for her to move on in life?Rebelling against all the voices in.