I headed back to our booth where hubby was talking to our waitress who had brought us another round of drinks. She was a striking beauty with a phenom...enal body. She turned to me as I approached and reached behind me and squeezed my ass and kissed me. "Happy anniversary, you sexy thing," she said as she smiled and walked away. Hubby got me with that one.I continued to dance for hubby and put on a show. I sat down next to him and guided his hands between my legs. I wanted him to know I had taken. He put his hand lightly on my swaying wrist, an intimate gesture which conveyed his deep gratitude. Lizzies cunt was wet to my licking, her clitoris getting such a sloppy nibbling from my lips and tongue that her moans were interjecting the sounds of her slurping on my prick that had hitherto prevailed. I revelled in the smell of her pussy, a salty, pungent maltiness, tasting quite earthy too.Dave was feeling wet now too, pre-cum having formed at the eye of his man needle, which I tongued and. A six foot man answered who looked about 45 years old and said, "Oh my. You are stunning. I thought you would be pretty but who would have expected this gorgeous 19 year old beauty." He took my sweater and introduced himself as Mitch and all the men who were there. There was Roy who looked about 35, wore a suit, was very thin, and about six foot two. The next guy was John who was also about 35, five foot ten, wore a goatee and glasses. The next man was Anthony who had blonde hair, about 28, was. Did he tell you he’s married?”“No, he did not.”Jason saw he was approaching 118th street. He slowed, signaled and turned. “He has a reputation of collecting women the way some folks collect butterflies. I doubt he pins them onto boards, though.”“How do you know that?” she asked.“His reputation is common knowledge at the station, and in that regard he’s an equal opportunity skeeve. Black, white, Asian, doesn’t matter -- if she’s in a skirt she’s on his radar. Rumor has it he rents a second.