They were playing a card game, and ignoring the movie. A couple of times, they were distracted by a particular steamy moment in the movie.Tony was det...erminately ignoring the hard-on he got at each such scene, focusing on the cards and praying for it to go away. He didn't notice the hard nipples on Megan at similar moments; if he had, his hard-on would have been impossible to get rid of.At times like this, it seemed anything could give him a hard-on: Megan's old, thin sweatpants; Cathy. No matter what the ruling classes of France had done, and I had enough personal experience to know how corrupted they were, they didn’t deserve what happened to them. Nor did the innumerable common folk who were swept up and sent to their deaths on nothing more than secret accusations. By the time Robespierre went to the guillotine, I had already made arrangements to get out of France into Spain. Of course eventually the French army caught up to me again when they occupied Spain. A few years. I knew there was a sexed crazed slut in her somewhere and it was my job to bring it out!That was when I came up with what I thought was my brilliant plan. This plan was going to make me or break me, but it was worth a shot. All I could do was cross my fingers and hope for the best. Friday night came and it was time to implement the plan. I was the first one home from work and set everything up for a romantic evening. Candle light dinner, wine, soft music and a fire. I even put a trail of rose. The office girls swooned over him. He usually walked round in tight fitting shirts and pants to show off every bulge he had - especially his crotch. He was definitely packing.I caught a glimpse of myself in the toilet mirror. Flush red cheeks and a bewildered look on my face. 'What am I thinking!?' - it was like I was possessed. Id been standing in front of the toilet seat for ages, just staring at the cum Josh had left, like a present to him. Gleaning, just a tinge of white - about five.