The strong liquor burned as it went down her throat. He took her to a small intimate restaurant specializing in Greek food. He greeted the host in ani...mated Greek. Obviously he was a regular here. ‘You must let me order for you, this is one of the best places in your city for the food of my country.’ Before she could protest he was speaking rapidly to their server in Greek. The food was exotic and unfamiliar, but delicious. They drank traditional wine tasting of resin, she did not much like it. There I was all hot and everything and he had completely stopped all together. I didn't know what to do. I was only twelve but I had this feeling in my titties, in my nipples which were almost fully developed, in my mammaries that maybe something had happened. I looked down at his levies and there was this darker blue spot. You know what I mean? His jeans were darker there than they were everywhere else. I wondered if he peed or something. Then he told me: 'We can do some more in a minute,. I smiled. I couldn’t agree more. Wendy looked me up and down, and told me I didn’t look Haitian. I pretended to roll my eyes, and told her I got that all the time. I smiled, and told Wendy that I was biracial. Haitian mother and Hispanic father. She grinned, then got up. She told me she was grabbing a cup of coffee at the Page Break, this little restaurant located inside the Carleton University library, and asked me if I wanted something. I smiled and told her that I wanted some hot chocolate.. Her face was flushed, her nipples hard and her vulva swollen. Carol said, "Gentlemen this is my husband Dick. Dick this is Bill, Jim and Bob." Bill said, "Wow, you have one hot wife." I smiled. Carol said, "You can all have this hot wife. I need Dick's approval and participation." I beamed up at them, "I approve. Let's get out of here." We drove the three of them back to the hotel. During the ride Carol sat in back with Bill and Bob. I tilted the mirror so I could watch them. I heard the rest.