I guess it boosted my confidence as once I began my presentation I realized that a small town guy can sell in the big city if he is honest and respect...ul of the client. I tried to push Mariana out of my mind during the presentation, but this trip had turned from business to pleasure once we had set up our meeting.Once out of the meeting I grabbed a cab and read off the name and address of the café Mariana had selected as our meeting place. I called the hotel on my cell phone as I rode from. “What have you put in this coffee ??” She was preparing the meatballs. “Oh you like it ?” “Like it, It's the best coffee i ever tasted” “Hehe i got a farm where i produce honey from my own bees. Thats whats in your coffee” Mmmm honey. “That is the best coffee ever” “Oh thanks i'm glad you like it. I can give you some of that honey, if you want a jar” “Really. Yeah sweet i love to. Thanks. So you got a farm” “Yea i got a lot of money and the farm when my dad passed away. I don't really care. .. Ritchie went after my neck and nipples. I am like spastic then. Dim as the lights were in their corner, I could still see that Sandy was tugging out my husbands cock and stroking away happily. Then he seemed to go over and top of Sandy and I realized......... "I think he's fucking Sandy?" Ohh yeah? I'll show him!" I thought. ( Four glasses of wine.) Ritchie hardly complained as I unzipped his Jeans and tugged them down. BOING! This hugey cock. .” I mumbled to try to make what I was saying more realistic.What were we talking about? Well, my lovely father decided that last night since it was my birthday and my hormones were starting to rage to get me an… escort, which wasn’t legal by any means and was doubly illegal since it wasn’t my eighteenth, I still had two years for that, however, I wasn’t about to make a fool of myself in front of an older woman who was clearly tired and had a long night ahead of her after me by letting us sit.