The wild carnivores, most fully capable of being man-eaters, tended to be happy with any raw meat put in front of them. Even the vampire was simple en...ough to provide for in the end. But this? A creature that feeds on the emotions generated during sex? How could she replace that? Getting fucked by the monsters she was studying was sure as hell not in her job description. But she couldn't just let him starve to death either. It wouldn't look good to lose her first new discovery within a week of. "I don't want to make a list for you right now. This is my time for me." She gripped the man's cock and thought idly that it was about time to have her ring cleaned again. She leaned back down to suck some more. She wanted to deep throat him but physically couldn't. It was hard enough not scraping him with her teeth. Her jaw was always sore after sucking him for very long. She let out an audible moan of pleasure as she popped the cock head out of her mouth and responded somewhat abruptly to her. Her large breasts were almost spilling out of her top; only held in, it seemed, by the tight fitting shirt. Showing through her top was a revealing black lacy bra that was doing its best to contain them. Her black knee-length skirt revealed her black lace-topped stockings underneath, which I admit, I had noticed as she turned to give me her coat. I wondered whether there would be matching panties or g-string underneath. There was only one phrase that pushed through my mind at this precise. As I walked around the car, the look on this young man’s face said it all. I’m sure that he got a peek down my wife’s plunging neckline and then another peek up her skirt as she got out of the car. He was smiling from ear-to-ear and I’m sure that I noticed a boner in his slacks. I reached for my wife’s hand and we went inside to a beautiful table in the courtyard. The wine was fantastic, as were the appetizers, more wine, dinner, desert and the last of the wine. My wife and I talked, touched.