"I don't want to be too forward, but have you had dinner yet?"They took the elevator down to the first floor and had dinner at Harry's. Why get into a... taxi when there was a famous steak house right in the building? The restaurant was busy, but Virello had a few words with the maitre d' and they were shown to a good table. Chaisey didn't know what he said, but she was sure that Albert Virello's clothes had something to do with it. In addition to the dark gray wool suit, he was wearing a. Rubbing his cock up and down to moisten it, he finds my clit with his head and I moan my approval. Slowly, he guides his head down to find my entrance and pushes in. My pussy is so wet, that he slides in easily and I can feel every vein and ridge as he pushes slowly up to the hilt. Pulling out, he pushes in just as slowly again and leans in to kiss me. Pulling out, this time he thrusts in faster and hard making me break the kiss to moan "fuck." This is all the encouragement he needs before he. "How do you know what I want?" I asked him."Trust me," he said.He wasn't wearing a bathrobe, so I decided to trust him."OK," I said, "How much do you want for it?"He named a figure so low I couldn't believe it."You must be joking!?" I said, truly astonished."No....and don't ask me why....just understand I have my reasons."I handed him the amount he had asked for, thanked him and hurried home.I thought I had planned everything so carefully...I took a final look at someof the trinkets of the life. I opened the door to see John standing on the front porch. John was the man my wife recently brought home to fuck. “Where is Renee at?” he asked pushing past me into the living room. “She is out with some friends. I don’t know when she'll be back,” I replied, wondering why he was looking for my wife at such a late hour. “Damn, I was really trying to fuck tonight,” he said, looking disappointed. “Well, then I don’t know why you’re here looking for my wife,” I shot back. “Because that hoe is.