It’s all yours, you know.” I didn’t know—not for sure, but I sure as hell liked the idea. Scarlett asked me what kind of restaurant we were going to so I told her it was a steakhouse so fairly informal dress would be fine. She wore a coral top with a scoop neck that just showed her fantastic cleavage along with black Capri’s and, of course, black sandals. I led her to the garage at 7:55. “We have an 8:00 reservation, but we can be late. I know it will be held for us.” “Let me guess—a friend.” “Actually, more a friend of my parents. He’s known me all of my life. We’re only about five minutes away if we hit the lights right. We can take the Porsche because the parking lot is big enough that I can hide it.” I roared out of the driveway to my private road, turning left on 73 toward Boyertown. I pulled into the parking lot at The Pit Stop less than ten minutes later. We were given one of the better tables—in the rear corner away from the kitchen –where we could talk and have some privacy. The waitress had just given us our menus when I saw him walking down the aisle. I sucking rose and he hugged me, greeting me indian as he had for more than twenty-five years. “Oh…I’m sorry, Sean. I should have remembered your injuries.” “That’s okay, Nick. I’d like to introduce you to my very special nurse. Scarlett, this is Nick Poulos, a life-long friend of my parents and the owner of this fine restaurant. In spite of that, I’ve probably eaten here a hundred and fifty times.” “You can be such an asshole, Sean. You know that?” He acted angry, but he was smiling the entire girl time. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Scarlett. Anyone who is willing to put up with Sean is A-OK in my book. Sean, I’ll have Maria bring you a bottle of wine on the house.” Fucking He shook our hands again before telling Scarlett that he hoped she would enjoy her meal. “You know, Scarlett, I don’t know your surname. “It’s Davies…Scarlett Ann Davies.” “Okay…S…A…D; there’s a misnomer if I ever heard one. You’re the most upbeat woman I’ve ever met.” We sat back in our chairs to peruse the menu, but sex other than the daily specials, I knew it by heart. “Are you hungry, Sean?” “Yeah, seems that instead of a double cheeseburger and fries for lunch someone convinced me to have a chef’s salad instead.” Scarlett beamed then leaned across the corner of the table to give me a quick kiss. “I was wondering if we might try one of the starters. Ever have the bacon wrapped scallops here?” I smiled; that was one of my favorites. We agreed on that, salad—Scarlett’s with hot bacon dressing and mine with bleu cheese--and the prime rib medium rare with baked potato. Maria told us she’d bring a bottle of Nick’s best Cabernet. Scarlett’s tone was hushed as she asked, “She won’t get into trouble, will she? I mean, giving us a really good wine?” “I don’t think so. Don't you have any way for us to contact her?" I'm fine!” Is she going to be alright?” Laura was getting pleasure from this game she couldn't know about masturbating yet but her little girl parts where rubbing against my cock and she liked it even if indian Fucking she didnt know why. Why don’t you use your hands already"“ I cant reach and I can't move I'm comfortable” Cathy states I could girl not drop her off at her house because she sucking was supposed to be sleeping at a friend's. She never knew a man like this, so willing to please her, to make love to her. “It was. It seemed that from sex now on, we were stuck together like it or not. The look of astonishment had changed to bewilderment. “Wet pussies and Master's hard cock!”