One after another, the parade of young oily men kept on, driving some ofthe women into a frenzy, which I did not quite get, but went along with,just t...o fit in. Then one of the guys started table hopping, ending upright in front of me, his weapon a mere inches in front of me. Hegrinned at me while all of the girls urged me to "do it". So, I openedmy purse, took out a five, and went to put it in his G-string. His handgrabbed mine and pushed the money deep inside, and for the first timeever, I. ‘What’s your 1020?’ (Location) ‘I’m at the Biltmore.’ I replied. ‘Stay there 1706, we are sending a roadman to you. Do you copy?’ ‘I copy!’ I replied in a rather shaky voice. How did the dispatcher know I was going crazy? Maybe one of the drivers on the Biltmore called him. I just sat there for about twenty minutes, trying to adjust to a whole new reality of sights, sounds, smells and feelings. I was really starting to lose my cool. ‘Nothing will ever be the same!’ I thought. ‘What about. As she was sitting at the dinner table looking across at her husband, she wondered whether he ever had such thoughts, such fantasies. And she wanted more than anything else to fulfill those fantasies for him. She could climb underneath the table right now, she thought. Unzip his pants and take his cock into her mouth and suck on it until it shot it's load. Then she would taste it and swallow it. The fork made an audible clang as she dropped onto her plate and woke her from her momentary. ."Well, how about we have dinner? Your treat!" Bianca said, half joking and half serious. "Nothing fancy, maybe just something at your place?" YES! That's perfect!" Lindsey said, excited. "How does tonight work for you?" "Tonight works perfectly!"Later that night, Bianca made her way to Lindsey's house. She had given Bianca the address before she left the cafe, telling her to meet her there at 8 o'clock. Bianca could feel her cock throb and pulsate in her yoga pants on her way over, bouncing.