Presumably, if they came without a boyfriend, they were here to dance, and perhaps meet guys. But most looked so intimidating that only the oiliest pi...k-up artists would attempt to vault their defenses.That's not fair. Perhaps, I was projecting too much, and perhaps they weren't here to pick up guys. Just to have a fun night out dancing with friends. And deflect pick-up artists, which could be a sport in of itself.I was starting to regret my declaration to Anna that I would ask a girl out as. I over-reacted." No, I under-reacted," Meredith replied. "I should have thought about what I was doing. I should have at least talked to you beforehand – to get your opinion on it before I ever agreed."The same is true with the photos. I would be highly upset if I found out you planned to do something that might affect me without even bothering to tell me about it. I had promised myself that I would always try to think about how something I do might look to you. I didn't do that and I'm sorry.". ."So far she hadn't told a word of truth. I wondered if I should tell her I saw everything or let her continue her story. I decided to let her continue to see where her story would take her. "He wasn't to rough with you was he?" No, he didn't hurt me or anything. I guess when he started kissing me and I didn't resist he figured he was home free. He moved me over to the sofa then he got undressed. He wanted me to give him oral sex but I told him I only do that for my husband so he reached under. The mater de shows them to their table; a fairly secluded table in the corner where they are able to share the rounded corner seating. Once they had ordered a drink, Dave placed his hand beneath the long hanging table cloth providing discrete protection of his planned dalliances. In a conspiratorial but unspoken plan, Jill slightly parts her nylon clad thighs to allow her lover greater access to her pleasurable target. While making small talk on topics of no real substance, just as he rubs her.