After about an hour or so, Bobby pulled her close and whispered into her ear, “Do you want to go through with this? If you do, then we should be le...aving soon.”She looked up into his questioning eyes for a moment, slightly bit down on her lower lip and then smiled a nervous smile and nodded her head to indicate that she was ready. He slowly pulled her into him and gave a warm gentle hug and as he took her by the arm, they walked off of the dance floor and blended into the crowd as they exited. "Table for one?" the girl prompted me, holding a menu.I was about to agree when I suddenly realized that I was being watched.Slowly, I turned to see that halfway across the restaurant, one of thewaitresses had stopped dead in her tracks and was staring at me with hermouth slightly open. Stupidly for a moment I wondered why she was staringat me before the last lazy synapse in my brain finally fired. It was,after all, why I was there. But as I stared back at her, I was havingtrouble reconciling. "I'm just saying, the view is good from here."She offered a half-hearted smile, remembering Bob had a plan and she needed to be on her best behaviour, as she pulled the large t-shirt over her head."Aw, show's over?" he said as he approached her.She cursed herself for encouraging his attentions with her display. It would have been easier to tell him she was picturing Old Bob, and longing for his veined hands to caress her firm womanly body."Oh, behave." She intercepted his advances and kissed. His new toy might screw up my plan, I thought. I wanted this to be tough for him, but that vibrator was going to make it too easy. Sadly, it felt so good and worked so well, I didn't want him to stop using it. Over the next few days, his toy worked its magic quite a few times. That little shit was going to get his release. Steve was only one orgasm away when we hit day twenty-one. I made it a point to try to stay away from him all day. He chased after me like a bloodhound all day. He finally.