"I spoke up then. "Yeah? You hush, George. Why is that, Michael?"His eyes almost closed, and he spoke very quietly. "I'm surprised that... George... w...ould allow you to... make your own decisions on this." That's all?" Yes. That's all..." Call me Stella." Stella." Thank you." My pleasure, Ma'am."George spoke up again then. To me. Ignoring the waiter. "He's horny, Stella. That's what he is." George, stop it." Well, he is. Aren't you, Michael?"The waiter stood motionless for a while, and then. "She shook her head slowly. "Why?" I’d like to talk to you. Just… talk." His voice was resiliently soothing, cajoling as if talking down a jumper.Willow stood motionless before realizing she was breathing heavily into the phone, her nostrils flaring with quivering, unsteady breaths which she knew he could certainly hear. She pulled the phone away from her ear, lowering her hand aside, and rolled her eyes, an exasperated gasp seeping past her lips.Hang up. Hang up, now.She lost track of how long. There Meiko and I found her two concubines waiting. One was a young African American man with a very toned body. He nodded as Tasha introduced him as Jay before he disappeared into the back as the other concubine, a middle-aged woman of mixed ancestry shook her head. Meiko quickly managed to drag the woman aside for a quiet conversation while I sat with Tasha.The discussion with Tasha was eye opening and disappointing at the same time. She was completely disinterested in participating in any. Billy then casually threw the two pieces of cloth over Jackie's thighs to leave it hanging down with the front, then he jumped from the dais and returned to his bag. Mmmmmmm I savoured the view. A man behind me, lent forward, placing his skinny, liver spotted hands on my shoulders, he lent over me straining for a closer view, 'Mmmmmm fuck!' he muttered 'why Bernie' he called, 'that is one fine piece of arse!' Then he spoke softer, moving to my ear. 'I hope that fat juicy cunt gets properly.