Chapter 284

Rita made an entrance. She was stunning in a bright pink dress and necklace stringing together three large chunks of turquoise. She left her dirty blonde hair long, drawing attention to her sumptuous breasts, which stood out proudly where her hair came to a rest past her shoulders. I felt a powerful yearning the moment I saw her. Her husband, however, was slightly disheveled in jeans and an untucked, plaid button-down shirt. His face was ruddy, even at a distance, and he walked with a slight wander in his gait. He was drunk. That only made it easier for us.

As her husband checked in with the hostess, Rita broadcast her TV smile. As the hostess escorted them to their table, I noticed three things. First, her husband walked in front of her, which was a pet peeve of mine. Second, he leered at the hostess as she walked in front of him, which I couldn't really blame him for because she had a fantastic ass packed into the straining fabric of her jeans. Third, as soon as she cro