Liz was unable to contain the small groan that worked its way up her throat when she felt Pavel give over to what she was doing and subsequently spill himself inside of her mouth.  Her eyes closed with pleasure, the taste of him coating her tongue as he continued to throb and twitch in the tight warm confines of her mouth.<br/><br/>Her eyes opened to look up at him from beneath the table when she felt his hand wind itself in her hair, her love for him shining bright and true in their warm brown depths, as well as a sparkle of satisfaction as she thought of what she was doing right in front of all of the people that had tried to separate her from this man.  She knew that some of them would suspect what was going on, but no one knew for sure, and there wasn't one of them in the bunch that would have balls enough to say a word.<br/><br/>She smiled at Pavel and then licked him clean, placing a kiss lovingly on the tip of his softening shaft.  Grabbing her fork she sat back up in the seat, setting the piece of silver back on the table and smoothing her hair down with her hands, looking for all the world that she had done nothing other than pick up the wayward fork off of the floor, when she was in fact sitting there with her husband's essence all over the inside of her mouth.  Her tongue came out to lick across her bottom lip, making sure she had gotten every last drop.  Glancing at Pavel she smiled and then glanced out at the other tables, hiding a smirk as they all stared at her.