I’m not good with fiddly things.”Lara hunched over her cup, arms crossed and hair hanging over her face.Scott said, “Uh, just one more thing and... I’ll let you be. Just curious—why did you sell me the wrong ink in the first place?”Lara stiffened and looked up. “You think it was on purpose?”“Well, sure. You never even looked at what I brought back. Just handed me the right ones. So you knew it was wrong from the start.”Lara raised her eyebrows.“I only look dumb,” he said. “And sound dumb too, I. I blew my out and told the waiter that it bothered my glaucoma.I ordered a generic, chicken entrée and got comfortable. The waiter was filling my coffee cup for the third time."Excuse me. The guy at that table across the room looks awfully familiar. Do you know who he is?" Of course. That is Malcolm Eugene Foote. He is a city assemblyman. They expect him to run for congress in the next few years." Is that his wife with him? She is very pretty." No. That is the first time that I've seen that. ”“Man, oh man!” Doug cried out, wide-eyed.“That looks fucking beautiful!” Dan added, toasting his drink to them.“I really want to touch your tits now but I’m afraid that we’ll get kicked out,” Wendy said.“You did say it was dark at our table. Maybe we can touch each other there,” Kelly suggested. They continued to dance chest to chest and look over at their men. Wendy slid her right hand up Kelly’s side, lightly caressing her left tit.“Can I touch you the same way?” Kelly asked.“Honey, you. Savored them too much, sometimes, and too long, because sometimes Don would lose patience, place his hands on the sides of her head and forcibly increase the pace, pushing her head up and down on his cock until he climaxed and filled her mouth. She loved it when he did that, though she’d never admitted it to him.Then it was dinnertime and oh god, how she loved that. Often before she’d even had a chance to swallow his cum, Donald would snap his fingers again and indicate the kitchen with a.