My jaw had to have hit China. He just stared, his square jaw, his clefted chin, curved upward in a slight grin. Like the cashier, he knew why I was th...ere. Like I said, I was horny. So horny that my shame in the situation gave me strength. I looked back at him, closed my mouth, turned directly towards him, and put the panties to my hips while giving him an inquiring look. He looked down, smiled a little more, then locked eyes once again. Then I saw his cock, his dangling, cut, veiny, beautiful. “Maybe,” he said, “we talk about her…later.” I just nodded my head calmly as I fought for breath. My mouth was so dry and my heart was pounding outside my chest. I’d done it – I had sold you…sold temporary rights to your body…to my cunt. It was everything I could do to stop myself from cumming in my pants. When the roar of my heart and lungs died out in my head, I heard Joey speaking. “Those three,” he flipped his head to his right, “sitting at the other end…take a look.” I lifted. She lives in Doebling. We have a daughter. We walked to the Imperial Cafe for post-concert refreshment. We both ordered sausages and white wine. Louise reminded me that it was but two weeks til Christmas and that children deserved gifts. At that point the head waiter came over.“Excuse me, your grace, gracious lady.”“Yes?”“We are quite crowded, yet Maestro Mahler and his wife have arrived...”I looked at Louise. “Please invite the Maestro and madame to join us,” she said. “On my account,” I. Going to the cupboard she produced two glasses then walking into the kitchen. I followed behind her watching her arse as she walked, coming up behind her as she opened the fridge the cold air hit her body Ooooh that’s cold she said, I put my arms around her cupping her firm breasts, her nipples were rock hard. Is that the cold or me I asked, the fridge she said. I slipped a hand down to her pussy wriggling a finger into her thong, her pussy was wet. That isn’t the fridge I said. Mmmmm she.