Pavel felt himself lean back slightly in his chair, his legs instinctively falling open even more. His wife's attention on his body was absolutely delicious. And even in front of this crowd, if his love wanted to play...who was he to stop her? When her hands slid lower between his legs, the fingertips curling around his balls, he released a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding.<br/><br/>He breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the good doctor lead the girl away from their table. Sliding his free hand down, he pressed her hand against his rigid flesh, giving a hard thrust against her palm.<br/><br/>"This one is your fault, my dear," he smirked, bringing his hand above table to continue his meal.