It was fortunate that the press of people forced her to walk slower or the movement of her massive mammaries would have crushed me. I was sorely squee...zed by the time she reached the gallery reserved for those of lower status. She reached through her pocket and retrieved me under cover of her handkerchief. Once I was placed where I could view the proceedings she withdrew the handkerchief from the pocket before replacing it around me. She was seated in the front row of the gallery. A yawning gulf. Deliberately I slowed my pace.I felt a selfish desire to draw out each long moment, being with Emma in a silent world was an exploration of senses beyond my imagination. She immediately intuited what I was thinking and slowed her own pace to match my own. We lingered over each sensation, wringing every drop of carnal satisfaction from each other’s aching need. I was just as entranced by the fall of her dark hair across one bare shoulder as I was absorbed by the intense warm depths of her. Be there with a bottle of Laurent Perrier or Ruinart and cancel any plans you had for tomorrow morning too. I have plans for you and you’ll like it.” She winked.He stared at her and his cock betrayed him yet again and she saw it. She always did somehow. Turning him to face away from the glass wall, she pushed him behind the partition and grabbed his face, kissing him full on the lips. She shifted a hand from his face to his cock and rubbed it slowly. He groaned and pushed her off before she. Here I was, inches away from my fantasy guy not knowing what to do with myself. My mouth got incredibly dry as I struggled to look everywhere but the table he was sitting at. I could hear this voice asking me a question, but I thought it was the blood rushing to my head until I got a touch on my arm asking if I could pass him the ketchup. I did the usual thing of grabbing the bottle and handed it to him with a look of shock on my face. He thanked me and looked at me with a look of confidence.