"Feeling that the small talk was over, I leaned in and slipped one boob from her dress and started sucking on the nipple. She had taken on a new demea...nor from that in the theater and was much more active, rubbing and stroking my body all over. I noted it to her and she said she was so nervous in the theater, they had never done something like that. Finally hubby had found a secluded spot in an alleyway and parked the car and shut it off. He said to us "you two go at it. I'll watch." I reached. “Shit man, it’s Mr. Arthur,” Ronnie whispers.“Don’t just stand there, you idiot,” Daniel says pushing Ronnie toward it. “Open the damn door before you get us both fired.”Both the men holster their guns. Ronnie swings the door open. The form of Mr. Arthur turns around. His face is red and he is not in a good mood at all. “What the fuck took you so long?” he screams. “You two in here butt fucking?”“Sorry, Mr. Arthur,” Ronnie tries to apologize. “We thought you were someone else.”“I hired you to. Carefully she placed the wet towel against her lip and held it there. When the towel touched her face she winced in pain. She tried to wipe as much of the dried blood as she could but missed a couple of places. I held out my hand and asked, "May I help?"She nodded her head and looked up at me. As carefully as I could, I wiped at her face, removing as much of the blood as I could. I could feel her flinch once in a while, but all in all, she was a real trooper and let me clean up her face as best. His breath hitched in his throat as she reached down to stroke the bulge in his pants. She cooed, "Let's see what you're working with." His hands fell to his side as her nimble fingers unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She bent to tug them down to his knees, caressing his thighs as she balanced on bent knees. Face to face with his dick bulging in his tidy whities, her opened mouth hovered over it. Her hot breath steaming the cotton separating her mouth from his dick must've been.