No I don’t love her. Yes I love someone else. Yes, that someone else is married, too.That last one seemed to amuse her.“If I was going to cheat wi...h someone else, I’d at least make sure they was available,” she says with a laugh, then asks me if I smoke. I don’t. She fidgets and looks at the liquor bottles, trying to figure out what I’m looking at.“So, what’s in it for you?” Her eyes drift across the bottles. She tries to make a guy voice, answering her own question: “Sex.”I laugh, not so much. She had a nice figure. She had a skin tone which arose off her like no one had ever seen in their life. A young and fresh faced beauty, every man had wanted “time” with her but young Cynthia was so used to it. They spoke as they shook hands. He casually strode into a discussion of her donation of 5 million dollars with which she said “I’m sorry sir but I’ve only been able to secure 4 million dollars. I’m sure that is more then enough.” The older uglier then a cow’s ass gentleman stared at the. ”I drove away with tears in my eyes. Can I do this?Rob and I arrived at the restaurant at the same time and valet parked. Soon as we faced each other, he took my hand and we walked in. He had reserved a dimly lit booth in the back, obviously wanting some privacy.“Irene, you look stunning. I can’t believe my luck. Six thousand miles from home and the most beautiful woman on the planet on my arm.”I said, “Well, Mr. Malone, if I didn’t know better, I would think you might have some disturbing. He wore black military-style boots, a black leather thong, which contained his genitals, studded leather cuffs around the wrists, and something similar around the neck. He had beautiful pectorals. “Hi, Leti, nice to see you again. I’m Omar,” he said to me offering his hand, “and this is Natalie. We’re the managers here. Welcome.”Natalie was a sexy girl indeed. She was dressed in similar fashion to Omar, the only difference being that she wore what could loosely be described as a bra, but.