Catherine is 43 year old divorcee, she is 6' 0" tall with long shapely legs, long blonde hair, and acurvy body. She is the senior vice president of the fashion and cosmatic divisons at Malone Industries.
I have lusted for her since hiring her.
She has rejected my romantic advances several times. The rap of her high heels echoing off the concrete walls was the only sound as she walked down the long line of cars, looking for where she'd parked. She'd been sure this was the row—13-D—but where was her car? She shifted her bags to her left hand where the black leather glove would keep the handles from biting into her and looked back over her shoulder through her blonde hair.
Perhaps she'd walked past it? But there was no red Peugeot. She stopped. The yellowish green fluorescent lights bothered her eyes. The floor was damp—wet in places with puddles of black water—and the peeling concrete walls were crumbling in places. This underground garage was a dump, decrepit and depressing and disorienting too. It stunk of gasoline and diesel fumes and wet cement and mold, and in her good gray wool skirt and white blouse and black leather coat and gloves she felt out of place.
Her good heels were already muddied. Maybe 13-D was where she'd parked before? 13 something. Maybe 13-B? A car engine started somewhere in the distance but with the echoes in the cavernous place it was impossible to tell where. The garage went on forever.
She wasn't even sure where the exit was now, so she walked till she found a pass through and then turned right, the pace of her footsteps picking up. No cars passed her.
The place seemed utterly deserted, though she could hear an occasional bang or slam in the distance. At last, a wall.
A pedestrian walkway. She skipped up on it and walked through to 13-C. Down the row—nothing, no red Peugeot. She returned to the sidewalk and pressed on and came to another blank wall with a door in it. It said "Aisles 20-A through 22-D" and had an arrow pointing down.
This was absurd. She stopped now and looked around wild teen lovenia lux gets doggystyled by old guy confusion. She put down her packages and pulled on her right glove, the one she'd taken off so she could get her car keys when she thought she knew where her car was.
She had her cell phone. Would it work down here? And who would she call? The police? What would she say? I'm lost in the underground parking and I can't find my car? She felt fear, and then anger. She remembered when she'd left the car there'd been a tall man in a gray pinstripe suit. I looked at her approvingly as she'd passed.
Moving towards the pass through again, she spotted a flashing light. She ran to intercept it, her packages bumping against her knees. "Thank God!" she breathed, waving her arm to flag it down.
The car stopped opposite her and she peered inside. She looked over at the driver, though my face was in shadow. "Listen, can you help me? I'm lost! I can't find my car! Can you just drive me around till I find it? It's around here somewhere." For a moment I said nothing and she looked at my big hand on the steering wheel, the muscles in my forearm where my sleeve was rolled up.
"Can't," I said. " I will lesbian sunny leone boobs suck late to a meeting." I shifted into gear and the car started forward.
She grabbed hold of the door. "Please!" The desperation in her voice startled her. "No one will know. I'll pay you. I'm really lost!" Again the silence. She ducked hot blowjob action with a ravishing blonde cumshot and facial head slightly, trying to see my face in the shadows.
"Okay. You'll have to get in the back." "Thanks! Yes, of course!" She stepped to the back of the car and pulled the door open, got into the car and pulled it closed.
The inside was very luxcerious leather and fine wood interior. Catherine leaned forward "It's a red Peugeot 607. A two thousand five. It shouldn't be hard to find. I really appreciate this." The car rolled slowly along, and she noticed that the section numbers seemed to make no sense. 13-D, 14-C, 13-E, 14-F. I wheeled the car around several turns then killed the headlights, turning down a spiral ramp and entered a lower level that was darker and more deserted. "I really think it was up on the other level," she said.
I said nothing. I drove through a labyrinth of deserted halls and vast empty rooms lit by dim, flickering fluorescent bulbs, some not lit at all.
This seemed to be a totally unused part of the garage, probably some shortcut or way to a central office, and when I pulled the car into a dim and remote corner up against a dead end and threw it into gear, she assumed I'd taken a wrong turn and was going to back up and turn around. I turned around in my seat as if to see out the back window and so she turned around too, and so when I grabbed her by the coat it caught her totally by surprise.
"What are you—?" " Get out of the car, stand there and don't move." I said. I got out of the car, grabbing her arm pushing her to an area where there was soft light. She could see a heavy dark blanket laying on the floor.
I pushed screaming rape anal forced brutal screaming down on her back and held her there, so I was looming over her, in complete control, my hands gripping the front of my coat. Fear surged through her body, fighting with utter disbelief. She could feel the strength in my hands and arms and feel the heat from my body but she couldn't quite accept what was happening. "I strongly suggest you keep quiet," I said, my voice a deep, low whisper.
"I don't want to hurt you." She felt a thrill of horror and she automatically tried to push me away, but I quickly yanked the top of her coat halfway down her arms, efficiently trapping her in her own garment. The strength and expertise of my moves instinctively told her she was dealing with a professional, someone who had done this before.
"Wait! Wait!" she cried. "Do you want money? I'll give you money! There's money in my purse. Just don't hurt me!" That seemed to give me pause and she took that as an encouraging sign.
She froze, not daring to move. "Really. Take it. Take what you want. If it's not enough I can get you more." Another brief silence, then I said.
"I don't need money. What kind of man do you think I am?" My answer panicked her, and she tried again to reach up and at least claw at me but I got my hand beneath her and yanked her coat from behind, making it into a tourniquet that bound her arms tight against her sides and rendered her helpless.
She was deep underground, hundreds of feet from anyone. She watched as my hand went to the buttons on her blouse and opened them, and she felt the fabric give and collapse onto her skin like something defeated. There was a pause, then I slowly opened the delicate silk of her blouse like a man unveiling a meal, exposing her chest and her bra. My entire head was still in shadow, but she could feel my eyes on her, taking her in, and then my hand reappeared and closed experimentally on her breasts, first one, then the other.
She felt the strength in my fingers, the tension as I fought the urge to crush them in my hands, a kind of gentleness, and that made her bold. She summoned all her strength and tried to free her arms again but I held her now with embarrassing ease, as if I were consumed with her breasts and hardly even aware of her struggles. I wasn't an especially large man, but I seemed terribly strong and focused, and yet she sensed through my touch that my intention wasn't to hurt her.
My hand left her breasts and slid back up to her throat and I pushed her face gently up and to the side as if to examine her face. I caressed her cheek tenderly, perhaps trying to calm her, but if so, my touch had the opposite effect and she suddenly began to panic as she realized the seriousness of her predicament, lying on her back in a deserted garage with her arms trapped and blouse open, being touched by a stranger.
She suddenly couldn't control her breathing and her breasts began to heave as she began to pant and hyperventilate and there was nothing she could do about it. "Hush," I whispered, my lips right next to her ear. "Nothing to be afraid of." I put my hand lightly over her mouth, not so firmly that she couldn't breathe, she calmed down almost immediately, or perhaps she just gave up.
I removed my hand and my fingers slid down over her chest to her breasts. I traced the edge of her bra over her mounds and she lay absolutely still, her attention drawn reluctantly to the soft touch of my fingers on her skin. I repeated the motion, this time sliding my finger inside the cups, insinuating myself between into the warm, humid space between her flesh and the brassiere. She closed her eyes in denial. Her breasts were exquisitely sensitive and erotically charged, and yet this was rape and there could be nothing pleasurable about it.
She wouldn't even think ms sadie sensually milks a river of precum from a cock letting it feel good. And yet I dipped my finger deeper into her bra like some curious visitor to the depths, and as I swept it slowly along, my nail brushed the circumference of her areola, and she was shamed by the sudden splash of interest they seemed to feel. I grasped the top edge of the cup and slowly slid it slowly down over her breast as if ejecting a piece of fruit from its peel, apparently enjoying its slow exposure.
She tried to control herself as the fabric dragged over her nipple but it was maddening, or the sense of outrage was too much, or something fat old man fuckef beautiful young girl teen jizz her to try one more time to resist this violation of her privacy and she twisted on the blanket and raised her shoulders to protect her breasts, tried to kick at me or get a knee against my chest, but again, I thwarted her efforts with humiliating ease, yanking her coat tighter to pin her arms and brushing her legs aside.
All my attention was on her body now. Catherine groaned " uuuuuhhhhh.uuuuuhhhhh" with impotent anger and fear. She raised her head like a witness to her own rape and watched as I pulled down the other cup so that both breasts spilled free, and then closed her eyes as my head came down and my tongue touched her nipple. My breath was on her flesh, then my tongue was circling her nipple in slow, wet circles, and despite herself, Catherine felt the surge of salacious pleasure between her legs.
My lips formed a ring around her areola and sucked, and she felt the breath from my nostrils on her skin. It was filthy and disgusting, and she dropped her head back on the blanket as if she could deny the terrible pleasure she felt. She couldn't allow herself to feel this, but she couldn't deny it either, and besides, what choice did she have? Her arms were trapped in her coat and she was laying on a blanket as this stranger hunched over her slowly gorging myself on the warmth and tenderness of her breasts.
She didn't know what to feel. It was assault—rape—but her shock and her disorientation were too great, and my physical strength and desire were overwhelming, like a physical force or a wave holding her down.
I had an uncanny sense of just where and how to touch her, as if I could read her mind or already knew all her secrets—a strange kind of physical intimacy that spoke directly to her body and cared nothing what her mind thought.
The way I lingered at her breasts—sucking, licking, teasing, catching her nipples in my teeth—was far more than was necessary if I were simply going to rape her. I seemed to know just what she liked, just how she operated. I seemed to know instinctively how erotically charged her breasts were and exactly how she liked them treated, just how to squeeze, just where to touch. I knew just when to punctuate the cloying sweetness of a tongue teasing her nipple with the sharp spear of my teeth.
One nipple then the other—the slow circles, the fluttering tongue, the long, lurid licks, and finally sucking her tit into my mouth and biting and sucking it, my urgent, animal sounds of pleasure, my urgent, kneading hand.
I teased one breast with my mouth, I pinched and rolled the other nipple with my hand, smearing my saliva around the areola, dragging my nails over the fleshy girl and girl kiss xxx story until she was covered with goose bumps and quivering with need.
When she thought she couldn't stand the stimulation to gorgeous riley reid gets pussy fucked by lana rhoades nipples anymore, I began to kiss and lick her breasts from armpit to sternum, planting soft bites on the full undersides or rubbing my rough, unshaven face on the upper slopes, holding her arms back and making her fight the urge to press herself harder into my mouth, wallowing in the softness of her tits until she'd totally forgotten her pledge to let herself feel nothing.
"OOOOOOhhhhhhh.OOOOOOOhhhhhhh!" She raised her head. The stimulation of her breasts was becoming more than she could bear. Her nipples were stiff and aching, and her tits felt full and swollen. She looked down at me to try and determine my attentions but still all she could see was the top of my head and my strong hands holding her arms, arms that to her own shame had stopped struggling. She couldn't just surrender like this, so she tried to writhe and twist on the blankettrying instinctively to escape the maddening licking and monster black cock hd first time putting my beef whistle in the th hole of her naked breasts, but all she could move was her legs, and all she succeeded in doing was making her skirt slide up her thighs.
I noticed this, and let go of one of her arms and slid my hand up under her skirt, sliding up the inside of her leg, as if to show her that there were any number of ways to broach her defenses. This assault on her pussy was too much, took the whole thing to another level, and she began to fight, but it was a strangely tense and silent struggle—her labored panting and struggling for breath and occasional groan of resistance " stop.stop;" the soft creak and rustle of her leather coat; the lewd suck of my mouth on her flesh or my hot animal growl of lust that gave her a weird, lewd thrill, as if she were watching herself be devoured.
The struggling got her nowhere, but suddenly I stopped and straightened up. I was on my knees next her where her legs couldn't get at me, one hand still holding the back of her coat, but lightly now, and as I straightened up my face disappeared into the shadows again. She thought maybe I'd stop now, that maybe I'd taken her far enough to get her all hot and break her spirit, and that that's what I'd wanted. Maybe now I'd stop and figure I'd taught her a lesson and humiliated her, tell her to get dressed and drive her to her car, but I showed no sign of letting her go.
She lay there nervously, confused and ashamed at her sudden feeling of anticlimax. Her clothes were a mess, her blouse open and bra down, her breasts red and chaffed from my beard and her nipples painfully erect, her skirt up around her thighs. She realized though that I had no intention of stopping. I was just stopping to admire her, to let her feel her own helplessness. My hand reached out and slid up her leg under her skirt and touched the soft skin next to her pussy and she cried out " OMG.STOP.NNNNNOOOO" with a sudden and renewed sense of outrage and violation.
When I'd straightened up she'd managed to work her right arm free and she tried to push me away with it but I laid my weight back on top of her and reached behind her head with my left hand, caught her right wrist and held it easily, leaving her defenseless.
I still had one hand free to plunder her body and my mouth returned to her naked tits as if my work wasn't finished. "Relax now," he said. "Just relax." With my weight upon her she now couldn't avoid feeling the rock-hard long thick shaft of my cock stabbing against her hip like a cold chisel, and she didn't know why she was so surprised, but she was.
Taken was the word that flashed into her mind. I'm going to be taken. He won't be able to control that prick even if he wanted it too! My cock was like a force of nature, something separate from me, getting analized in her big oily ass big dick and big butt me on, controlling me, not to be denied. It was inevitable, beyond restraint, and for the first time, Catherine felt really frightened.
"No! No!" she cried, and she tried to writhe away from me again, but I had her so securely pinned with jepang pron selingku ma istri teman one arm that I took my other hand from beneath her skirt and casually finished unbuttoning her blouse down to her waist, taking my time, confident that she had absolutely no way to stop me or get away.
Despite her struggles I began to sensually caress her bare stomach, dragging my fingers over the sensitive flesh and making the muscles clench.
I slid my hands down over her hips, then found the button on the side of her skirt, opened it and pulled the zipper down. I pulled the skirt open and pushed skirt and slip down till they were below her panties, and then my hand began to graze teasingly over the bare skin of her thighs and her panty-covered mound, caressing her, tickling her, coaxing into arousal, as if I had all the time in the world. The feel of my fingers on her mound, the ease with which I touched her and the casual way my hand toyed at the juncture between fabric and flesh made her start to throb with physical desire.
She pushed and heaved and bucked her hips, but I was like a piece of iron—too strong, too heavy—and she realized that her gyrations were sexual and suggestive. They were only making her look more eager and hungrier.
Finally she just stopped, gave up. She would save her strength for when she really needed it, for when I tried to shove my cock into her. Maybe then she could raise her knees and push me off, or get a knee into my balls.
Meanwhile my kissing and sucking of her tits had never stopped, but the focus of both their attentions had shifted to the area between her legs where she was even more hungry and more needy and the feelings ran deeper and harder to control. She was throbbing with shameful and painful need. I seemed to be in no hurry to fuck her though. I played with her belly and hips, sliding my fingers under the waist of my birthday present a year old boy panties and reaching down, teasing her, playing in her pubic hair, teasing her until her pussy needed my touch, until she wanted to feel my hand there against her empty hunger.
She closed her eyes in frustration and anger and finally, finally, my hand left her panties and slid under her skirt and touched her pussy from below. My fingers pressed the moist crotch of her panties up against her sensitive flesh and Catherine bit her lip to stifle a cry of fulfillment.
Her body arched and quivered in response, but she fought it, trying not to move, trying not to moist and wild cowgirl riding pornstar hardcore me the satisfaction of seeing the effect I had paula todo un suentildeo virgen de antildeos her, but my fingers seemed so curious, so fascinated with her, and the places I touched were so right, the pressure, the stroke so perfect.
For all the furious passion of my mouth on her breasts, my fingers on her cunt were like those of a master lover knowing which spots made her respond with a quick jerk of her hips or a little moan, a sharp intake of breath or subtle shiver—a soft massage of her labia, a teasing finger sliding up and down her slit or probing into her opening, gliding in circles over her clit or pressing firmly and rhythmically against it, or occasionally taking her entire pussy in my hand and squeezing in an act of mannish possession that touched something deep and primitive inside her and made her want to cling to me.
I was clever and perceptive, masterful and patient, and soon she felt the sharp and jangling adrenaline-soaked fear leaving her muscles and being replaced by the deep and profound ache of pure sexual tension, a delicious sexual tightening that both relaxed her and made her harder and more solid.
My hands knew her pussy intimately now, as well as she knew it herself, and she gave up struggling against me, gave it up entirely. She knew she was dry, she knew this would hurt as I moved myself between her spread legs. Then lowering myself till my cock pushed aganist her pussy, aganist her tight dryness, pushing, I was grunting ' uuuuuhhh! uuuuuhhh!' then I felt my bulbous cock head push past her labia. The head pushing into the mouth of her vagina, as the pain started to tear through her body.
'Noooo. Noooo,' Catherine half screamed as I steadied myself, then I clamped my hand over her mouth as I thrusted into her, the pain tearing through Catherine's body as the long thick hard cock pushed deep into her tight dryness, her body going stiff with the shock, with the pain, with the humiliation of being violated.
I grunted and groaned as I slammed into her, each thrust bringing a fresh stab of pain, a fresh scream " aaaaaaahhhh!
oooohhhhh!" that was muffled by my hand over her mouth as Catherine feverously hoped that her body would somehow lubricate itself to protect her, but also praying big boobs porn in bathroom her body would not react to the cock in her, that she would hate herself forever if she felt the juices were from some sort of pleasure.
My weight pressing down on her, I slammed into Catherine like a pile driver as I enjoyed her body, taking my pleasure from it, my cock sending impulses of pleasure through my own body, my mind picturing the helpless woman under me. Of that ripe body already bruised from my attention, knowing I had all-night with her, the thought spurning me on even more as I buried myself deeper in her.
My hand slid away from her mouth as my guy uses clitoral vibrator on a milf hardcore mature now covered her, my lips pressing against hers, big black cock destroys a small cunt tongue forcing its way into her mouth, trying to act like a lover, planting wet kisses on her as a hand grabbed her hair and pulled it tight, pulling her head back as my mouth now sucked hard on her neck, bursting the tiny capillaries in it, bruising it like a teenager would, leaving large love bites over it, another mark of her shame.
My hips were now slamming faster, my cock reaming in her as my ball sac tightened, I could feel my cum wanting to shoot into her, wanting to hold back that a bit longer to enjoy the exquisite pleasure I was getting, but it was no good, with a moan ' UUUUUHHHH ', I released myself into her, my cum shooting deep into her womb as I held myself there, my cock jerking wildly, shooting stream after stream of cum flooding into her, my cum filling her, splattering the inside of her vagina, oozing from her as I grunted ' UUUUHHH!
UUUUHHH! ', bucking and heaving into her. Finally I stopped, collapsing my weight onto her, pushing her aganist the floor and blanket, my breath coming in shortsharp gasps, taking in as much oxygen as I could, my body drained from the orgasm I had unleashed on myself. Catherine lay there under me, tears running down her cheeks as I lay there on her.
Then after what seemed an eternity, she felt the weight ease as I moved from her. The weight shifted upwards, moving up towards her head as she could sense that now I was kneeling down by her head as she closed her eyes tight, afraid to look, her mind telling her what will be next and in that she was not wrong as my hand grabbed once more at her hair, the words she was dreading, filling her ears 'Open your fucking mouth ' as a tug on her hair reminded her of her place.
Her lips trembling, Catherine slowly opened her mouth, feeling the hard soft cock push into her mouth, the taste of cum filling her mouth, the smell of it invading her nostrils as she slowly closed her lips around it, and without being told to, starting to lick and suck at the cock, knowing she would have to, knowing that compliance was the only way to save herself more pain.
I grunted ' UUUUHHH! ' as I felt Catherine's tongue run over me. for now, I just enjoyed the sensations running through my body, my cock so sensitive after coming, her tongue so skilled despite her revulsion. My cock quickly stiffened in her mouth as her tongue roamed over it, her mouth sucking on me, soon I was once more fully erect was filling her mouth, then my hand tightened on her hair once more as I pulled myself from her mouth, leaving just the tip between her lips, then after a pause, I thrusted hard into her mouth, invading her throat causing her almost to retch, choking her on my cock Catherine struggled for breath.
I held myself in her, then as she felt she may suffocate, I pulled myself out, Catherine gasping, sucking in air before once more my cock blocked her throat. Again and again, I used her like this, choking her on my cock, forcing her to gasp for air, her salvia covering my cockrunning from it as I pulled out before pushing back in, then I changed my tempo. Now, not pushing in and holding myself, but treating her mouth like a vagina, pushing and pulling out in rapid succession, face fucking her as Jordan gasped and struggled to breath.
The cock in her mouth pushing deep into her throat time and time again in rapid succession before Jordan felt me holding it there once more, knowing what was coming, but the jet of cum still surprised her as I held myself there, jets of cum shooting into her mouth from my jerking cock, each jerk releasing another globule of thick cum.
Catherine knew she had no choice, and her throat worked to swallow me, to swallow the cum I had deposited in her mouth. Finally, I was spent once more, pulling lana rhoades fucking her brother from her.
I flipped Catherine onto her stomach, Catherine now knew her ordeal was far from over. Moving onto the blanket behind her, I grabbed her coat and blouse pulling them off, unclasped her bra, and pulled her skirt and panties down. I grabbed her hips and pulled her up onto her knees so her head hung down, my strong hands sliding between her legs, Catherine resisted for an instant, the instant it took for me to slap her ass hard and just say two words "Open them." Catherine shuffled to comply, opening her self hot foursome with impure euro doxies hardcore groupsex, this position though was different, this position she felt more vulnerable, more exposed as I pushed my cock against her pussy, pushing myself into her as my hands reached under her to grab at her breasts, fingers digging into them.
grasped her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back as I slammed her forward forcing her knees forward and forcing her to spread her ass cheeks even further. Grinding my cock in as deep as possible scraping against the opening of her cervix. She just kept groaning and moaning with every thrust " UUUUUHHHH.UUUHHH.OOOOOOHHHHH.OOOOOOHHHHHH.MMMMMM." She was on her hands and knees with my right hand holding on tight to her small waist, while my left hand pulled her back by her hair.
I was thrusting into her tight pussy, pounding away harder and harder. The excitement of cumming inside her unprotected pussy drove me to the edge of insanity and my cock started to grow even harder and longer in length.
I actually gained a extra inch in length. I was pounding at her cervix, hitting the entrance to her womb! That was when she started turning her head from side to side moaning " no, no, no, oh God no" and I could feel her muscles starting to spasm and tighten and spasm around my rock hard cock.
She gasped and her whole body started to shudder. She was beginning to orgasm again! Her body had betrayed her! The walls of her pussy started to clamp down on my cock and squeeze me and her cervix opened up wide! I used that opportunity to push the extra inch I had gained from my excitement through the opening of her cervix and into her open womb! Spurt after spurt of thick white cum filled her belly as I pushed in and ground deep into her.
She just looked back over her shoulder and into my eyes with her beautiful tear filled eyes almost whispering now, " no, no, noooo, you didn't, you shouldn't have… " I held my rock hard cock deep inside her as her womb convulsed, sucked, and drained every drop of cum from me. As I finished cumming inside of her I started to pull my cockthere was a loud pop as her cervix reluctantly released the head of my cock.
She sighed and looked back at me. She knew now that I owned her and her life would never be the same. As my cock slid back out of her a long string of my thick sticky semen trailed down her inner thigh. Catherine felt my hand grab her hair and pull her head back, curving her back, then she heard me whisper in her ear " I wonder how small and tight your ass is?" A long deep 'Noooooo!
Nooooo!' emerged from Catherine as my words sank in, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop me. She felt my hands move to her butt cheeks, grabbing them, parting them as she shook with fear, knowing the pain to come, knowing I would not give a damm, I only cared about my pleasure, as she buried her head down, waiting for the intrusion, hoping she would wake up from a horrible dream, knowing she wouldn't, as she felt me jam my thumb into her, a gasp of pain squeezing ' OMG!
OOOHHH! ' out of her lips. As I pushed myself deeper into her, it was like nothing she had experienced before, she felt as if I was tearing her open, my cock ripping her apart as Jordan buried her face into a pillow and screamed and screamed again " AAAAAHHHHH! AAAAAHHHHH! OOOOOHHHH!." " AAAAAHHHHH! AAAAAHHHHH! OOOOOHHHH!."as I thrust all the way into her, my hands on her hips, dragging her back.towards me with each deep thrust. Jordan felt my cock buried deep in her ass swelling, my body stiffening, my cock jerking as my cum flows like hot lava filling her.
As I emptied myself deep in her ass, " UUUUGGG! " uuuuuooooohhhhh! " grunting and groaning with pleasure as Jordan groaned " oooooohhhhh! aaaaaahhhhhh!". Finally, I pulled myself out, Catherine felt a trickle of raunchy punk slut gets fucked really hard from her ass and between her legs as she collapsed on the blanket, crying uncontrollably, I leaned down whispering into her ear, " You won't tell your husband, if you do I will destroy his career and you.
Now get cleaned up and dressed, I will see you again soon for another evening out."