After every live show, Martin and I always end the night with food and drinks. I was wearing a pair of tight jeans, a wife beater that barely covered my tits and some matching heels when we left for dinner. He was checking me out the entire time. I know what's in his head when he does that. His face when he bites his lip and his eyes, glaring at me like he's going to devour me when we get home. Leaning over at the table, he tells me how he's going to rope me when we get to the house and I am to stay in that outfit and NOT take my heels off. Pussy wet, I agree as I melt in my seat. But when ... Show more