His brown hair was cut short and spiked on top. Their eyes met and Callie felt her face getting red so she quickly looked down at her coffee cup.“...xcuse me, miss, but the restaurant is quite crowded and I was wondering if you would mind sharing a part of your table with me?” It was a deep voice with a honey sweet southern accent.Looking up, she saw it was the man she'd been fantasizing about. "No, please, have a seat.”He slid into the other side of the booth and stuck out his hand. “I am. It seemed every few minutes Cheryl was flashing an enormous grin at everyone present as if she had a private joke she was sharing with no one. I looked at the clock and realized is was after eleven and we'd been playing for well over 2 hours, and the game was still going strong, if anything, it was getting louder, rowdier and stronger.After Dave got his question right and got his 4th color (finally), and Cheryl got a drink card that required her to lie down in someone's lap while they poured a. He did not know if he should goforward with his plan to invite Adam to the 100th Floor, the executivedining area, for lunch. Adam's son not being out as a transgender ladywould put a hamper on how John was to get closer to Adam. He was goingto backdoor it into the main piece of the conversation. Gain Adam'strust by showing how open his family was to transgender people.Before his rube could break the uncomfortable silence, John decided tostill do lunch, there was that both of their kids go to. I rather liked the idea of being somebody's toy and if he was willing to play, as well as giving me what stood proudly, seeking attention. I wouldn't argue. Even Miss Goody Two shoes couldn't argue with that! You can call me a filthy cunt all you like if you're pulling on my clit, probing me, opening my labia, and all whilst looking at me like a child who has just been handed his first ice-cream. I thought, and then I stood up and slid the only things between his willingness and my cunt, right.