Ash, instead of giving this dick a response, stared him down. ‘Fine then…,’ the cabbie muttered to himself. Ash hated it when people commented o...n his looks. Well… he was hott. And in the way that everyone notices. Olive skin, jet black hair and summer green eyes. It really pisses him off, seeing as his job is to observe people without being observed himself. Looking the way he did, it was a huge problem. On most jobs, he had to down play his looks with brown contacts and a ball cap. On personal. What guy notices a girl’s shoes? We drove to SoDo and he took me to a funky little restaurant near the stadium. Dinner was great, but a live band played at nine and we danced until midnight. He dances! And not just polishing his belt buckle. He’s got some major moves and even when we were dancing apart from each other, he connected. Everybody could tell we were dancing together.We talked all through dinner about favorite movies, music, sports, and even politicians. It was great to get to know. Well, just this once, she thought. She shivered with sexual energy at the thought what she was about to do.Griff led her to another part of the cavernous studio where they found a set that looked like an old time brothel with crimson brocade d****s and padded settees and mirrors on walls and on the ceiling. Again the crew was setting up and the women brought period clothes for Sally to try on. The idea was that Sally would be a hooker posing for publicity photos.The old corset was tight. Sally. When we arrived home, I announced like Ricky Ricardo, “Honey were home.” At first, I got no response from my wife, but after calling her several times, she entered the living room with her eyes pointing down. It was obvious that she was extremely nervous. Our new friend walked directly to her and lifted her chin up where she looked directly into his eyes. And he said, “I’ve come a long way to fuck you sweetie, and I’m sure neither of us will be disappointed.” With that, my wife’s knees began to.