For a quick instant, she blinked, an incredulous, slight grin slipping onto her lips."You're really thinking about this, aren't you?" a voice in her h...ad said. It was a puzzling, teasing combination of her own and Krista's voice.Before she realized it, she had somehow made her way to the doorway and stood there, facing the aggressive, angry taunts of the vibrating machine. A pervasive, warm dampness filled the air around her, the smell of wet fabric swirling against her nostrils. She inhaled. Slowly at first, using it to tease my rapidly swelling clit, feeling it’s soft humming reverberations ripple through that small sensitive button sending sweet chills up and down my spine, and wishing for all the world that it was a real cock that was pressing and grinding me into temptation, pushing me to want a nice hard long fuck.I don’t know when my son Mark had woken up, but that is not the point. The point is, however, that I had forgot to shut my bedroom door, maybe it was the wine I had. She even began to snap photos of herself as she anticipated his response. "I do want to see. But in person. Time for you to meet me. Be at our place in 15 minutes" Our place of course was the restaurant. She was shocked that would be walking into such a familiar place dressed to the nines like she was. The waiters knew her by name and would certainly notice her tonight. She had decided to do as instructed even before the instructions came, but this was a bit different. However, she did not. They would open the window to let out the excess cigar smoke, so I might be able to overhear something if I stood at that window.I went outside and ambled up the street. I turned the corner and went looking for the alleyway that I knew had to be there. Ah, there it was. I started walking down the alley as if I was looking for something, just in case I was spotted. I got close to the cantina, and I was met by a tough looking thug. "Senor, what are you doing here?" he asked me in the kind of.