..?" Yes, that's it, Stephanie! Why did you ask?" Because I'm going to call over there and see if she's working the dinner shift."After we uncoupled,...I grabbed my phone and called the restaurant. I spoke to one of the hostess's, and she confirmed that Stephanie was working tonight. She also was sure that she was the correct person based on my description. I got a reservation in her outdoor section for nine p.m., which was only two hours away.The whole time I was on the phone, Christina lay. With a resigned sigh, he admitted, “I guess by now I should know better than to be surprised, but I am. It’s just ... I mean, you didn’t even know his name. For all you know, he could’ve been a serial killer. I’m so far out of my comfort zone that I can’t even begin to think about how I feel about any of this.”Her brow furrowed. “Luke, sit. We need to have a conversation.”“In the course of human history, nothing good has ever followed a woman telling a man that ‘we need to talk,’” he muttered. The only sound was the rather heavy breathing of the ladies as he did another slow turn around me, seeming to run his hands over every inch of me, like he was inspecting some kind of prized animal. When he got behind me again, he grabbed one butt cheek in each hand and spread them wide. Ignoring my helpless wriggling and muffled squeaks, he spent some time inspecting my asshole while the cameraman also took a good look. I was literally trembling with…something… as he returned to my front. . I felt incredibly turned on but also very protective. I wedged the head of my dick against those tender, swollen lips and watched her face for a sign. She reached down with her hands on my butt and gave a little pull toward her. The resistance was incredible and she locked all of her muscles, pushing back at my hardness. I pushed in a bit and that first ring of muscle snapped tight behind the crown. I continued to force my way in feeling every ridge and bump as they deformed the head and.