You’re obviously more experienced than I am and I don’t have a right taking up any more of your time. I’m sorry. I promise I won’t bother yo... any more.” He looked around for a second, getting his bearings, and turned towards the door. “I’ll let myself out. Have a good night.” “Freeze!” There was no mistaking a direct order and Evan stopped in his tracks. He stood like a statue and heard her heels clicking on the hardwood floor behind him. He felt her presence, her body heat near him. . When Myra and I met, courted, and married she’d been a one kind of person, but over the years of our marriage there’d been something of a slow, then not so slow, metamorphosis.When we’d met she was this perky flirty scamp who managed to bounce from table to table treating everyone to this wildly funny and innocently erotic girl. She always dressed prettily. By that I mean cute miniskirts, snow-white button-up blouses, low-heeled shoes, sometimes even with knee highs. She usually kept her hair. Her hand worked down the front of his shirt unbuttoning the top couple buttons, then worked lower until she was able to free his zipper. A quick movement and his cock came rushing out, like a horse to the starting line."What are you doing?" Does being out here in the restaurant bother you? Like last time, no one's watching. And if they do, what can they really see?"She was rearranging her skirt so that the fold fell down over his knees and hid what was going on underneath. The man's hard prick. " David struggled a little. "No, they're fine." They may have been furry, novelty handcuffs, but they weren't cheap plastic, they were real steel. Jack secured his feet and turned man and chair so that it was facing the bed. "I'm gonna give your wife some pointers before I go so she may not be up for awhile." "Ok, just don't forget to give her the keys." "Ha, yeah, ha, that's funny, yeah haha." "David frowned. It hadn't been that funny and why was Jack looking at his penis while he laughed?.