I wasn’t trying to adopt it but I wasn’t about to be super eager and agree to ditch pre-made plans just to sit two feet away from him. God you�...�re pathetic, Rochelle. I could tell he’d been drinking for a while because he’d tried to ensnare me with those chocolate eyes of his five minutes into our meeting. He only ever had the courage to do that in front of our friends when he’d borrowed some Dutch courage from his Corona. Luckily I hadn’t been drinking yet so I was able to break away from. My wife, Samantha, was great company, but, if truth be told, a bit of abimbo. She did not understand films like "The Lake House" which involvetime travel and asked at the end if it was a true story! That said whenshe wears a skirt the world pays attention and her skirts often have theeffect of turning the men around her into idiots as they forget basicthings like how to drive a car or when to use the horn.Also, Samantha, considered romantic films like "One day" intellectualbecause they were. The same routine again, Sit next to him, Sit between them, Stand there, Bend over that chair, Sit on him, Suck his cock, Stroke this cock, Kiss him etc. Many appeared to know him in this room, he was a regular, but he’d also placed some adverts offering me for use on certain websites, As there was lots of confirmations / acknowledgements of his advert accuracy. i.e. Yes, I was a slut, Who dressed appropriately, Who was genuine, Was stood before them, collared and leashed to a stranger,. He smiled as he cycled towards me. He was stunning!His hair was a deep black, wavy and shoulder length. His body was lithe and a dark sun kissed brown, his arms and legs were covered by thick black hair but his torso was smooth. Spanish? Greek? A strip of black hair led down from his navel to the base of one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen.A good 10 inches in length and very thick, it curved up to his six-pack like a scimitar. The large deep reddish-purple of the mushroom head glistened.