His suits looked expensive and he was always immaculate and seemed classy in a unique way that made me wonder what he did, how he lived, how he could ...fford to eat in an expensive restaurant so often. Everyone said hello to him when he walked in. He always hugged Rosie, who liked to greet customers and he'd kiss her cheek, then the hostess would escort Angelo and his date to my table in the dark booth which he reserved. He'd smile and say, “Hello, Sherry” and look up and down my body in an. I had reserved a booth at the very back of the restaurant for optimum privacy. We both slid into the side against the wall so we could see anyone approaching. I was confident that apart from taking and bringing our order we would be left alone. That was usually the case as soon as staff clocked how into each other we were.For the first ten minutes as we looked over the menu John purposely didn’t touch me although he kept inching closer until we were in contact. The attraction between us was. Eager though we were, we refused to compromise about STD testing or proper manners. I met with several candidates over beers, one at a time. Two were acceptable. Rob and Tom were similar to me in important ways: both were professionals, in above-average physical shape, obviously intelligent, interpersonally skilled, and apparently consumed by a gangbang fetish. Tom had participated in them before, but Rob was a new to it as I was. Both produced fresh STD test results, and neither was the type. I replied… passing back the vibrator into her bag.ME: with a wink “Oooohh … hold your horses babe. I thought we were just fooling around with dirty talk. When did it turn serious??” Pause… “I never tried PEGGING(An act where a woman penetrates a man with a dildo/vibrator fixed to a harness which she can wear over thongs/panties) and honestly not inclined to do so. At-least with something this big”Anjali: “Caught you… Aah, so you are ready to try with something smaller… ha ha ha”. Winks.I didn’t.