Best Adult Blog: BUSTY ADVENTURES shook his head, just a bit. "That's my wife," he said with resignation.
After a number of additional table visits, Sylvia was observed to again depart from her route. Her eyes searched for the table of the man who had offered her the cup. Slowly, by a circuitous route, she moved toward the place where he had sat.
He saw her coming. There was eye contact. As if to offer aid, he held up, just slightly, the cup she had used before, now emptied. He nodded to her. She approached him.
"I don't know who you are, but no one else has offered to help me - would you do it again? I need it desperately - I'm so full, and it hurts so bad-" her voice was low, but shaking, and her distress was visible and real. The ritual of the cup was repeated, this time with many more watchers.
